Here Dead We Lie

Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.

by Alfred Edward Housman

Comments (23)

A wonderful poem about those who died in war.
poo poo poo poo poo
small lines and wonderful poem.Death is the subject.
It is a poem of its time. Was death for the greater good or a personal need to be a man? Interesting question.
An acceptance of tribal, ethnic or national devotion which overrides devotion to humanity. It is a poem of its time. When seen from our perspective, one senses that some of us see choosing life and embracing it may be a positive evolution.
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