Majo tear
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The poem describes the harsh realities of war faced by soldiers. It depicts soldiers struggling through deep mud as they march exhausted from the front lines. One soldier is hit by gas and drowns in his own fluids as the other soldiers watch helplessly. The poem aims to convey that it is not sweet and right to die for one's country, contradicting the common propaganda phrase "Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori". It seeks to discourage the glorification of war and recruitment of young soldiers through realistic portrayal of the horrors of battle.
Majo tear
- 1. Dulce et decorumestBent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
- 2. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering,choking, drowning.
- 3. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum estPro patria mori.
- 4. Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hootsOf tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
- 5. Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
- 6. In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering,choking, drowning
- 7. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cudOf vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
- 8. My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum estPro patria mori
- 9. We hope youhaveenjoyedthispresentation in wichwehaveillustratedthepoembyWilfred Owen “Dulce Et DecorumEst.”ByMariaJoseTear and SofiaTeran