More Songs by the Fighting Men
Where together men and torture
Lived with foul death hand and hand,
Horror-stricken, God-forsaken,
There stretched far the war-cursed land.
And upon the stretches barren
Far I saw the thousands lie
That the wind of war had blasted,
Sweeping on without a sigh;
In the hollows, huddled hundreds
Who were not afraid to die.
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