Wilfred Owen response - By Ayleigh

The shame set upon-
just another recipient.
Just another distorted figure,
But it's all honourable,
But it's all another trick.
Bait from the Death-
snickering with the power brewing
and the ruse for these young men.

Conscript-
there's no need.
The stratagem is already operative.
Soon.
They'll get the dissatisfaction;
the regret burning down in their stomachs.
They'll try.
Departing from flight
jumping with no parachute.
Daunting his inner conflict.

But folk still stand with common sense.
Word advancing.
Curing the infected.
But;
Power.
It drawls overhead.
It uses fear,
to create the spell-
of guilt.

Dying. Death. Dead.
We can't change the past.
Though if we stand here,
It should be for the sorrow.
For those who rotted.
For those who were targets of the trick.
For those who died for others.
For those who were forced.
We stand here in the trembling sorrow.
And will honour-
those who perished in war,
and those who didn't.
Because they saw the things-
that no human-being should.