Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
To the siding-shed,
And lined the train with faces grimly gay.
Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray
As men's are, dead.
Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp
Stood staring hard,
Sorry to miss them from the upland camp.
Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp
Winked to the guard.
So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
They were not ours:
We never heard to which front these were sent.
Nor there if they yet mock what women meant
Who gave them flowers.
Shall they return to beatings of great bells
In wild trainloads?
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,
May creep back, silent, to still village wells
Up half-known roads.
Wilfred Owen was our greatest war poet. During my first year as a postgraduate, I should have been solving nonlinear partial differential equations, but instead I was reading and memorising the poetry of Wilfred Owen.
A decade later I find out that our royal family engineered World War 1 in a genocidal bid to create a world government. But that failed so a second world war was engineered. That succeeded, and ever since the United Nations, and continental governments, have been usurping and centralising global power.
But they aren't there yet. So Israel is being used to provoke a third world war that in theory would provoke calls from the survivors for a totalitarian world government...to stop war forever more.
Wilfred Owen, like 99.99% of those who fought in World War 1, was no doubt unaware of this scheming, this plotting, this treason against the human race. He recorded his brutal experiences of war.
But we never learned...
Which is why exposing the satanist paedophile element to the conspiracy is the key.
Then we can send them off to prison instead of sending our loved ones off to die on the front lines of engineered wars.
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