Siegfield Sasson uses a variety of poetic languiage features to illustrate an important message of the atrocities of war. Not one more veteran will wait an extra minute, in any waiting room, in any state, at any time of day, because of it… otherwise, heads will roll. We the people Born the same way Came out that hollow cave Does it matter? Does it matter that my life was grays and blacks when she died? Here is my poem capturing all my thoughts. Every human has values and deserves respect and consideration. From the light Brights and the darks as nights Still marching that same tune Fighting for equality Will it come someday soon… Does it matter? Wilfred Owen and Siegfried Sassoon were both an accomplished warrior and a poet. The people are able to forget and not worry about the war veterans. Siegfried Sassoon is remembered for the fury that his poems encompassed.
It will never really matter For even if I am not an Adder I am neither your Barrister Nor your Bagpiper I am also not a Backstabber And certainly not a Backbiter Though I am not an Abuser I do feel like an Abusee Waiting with lots of Glee For my Anchorage After a million Age I can see the old Adage With a new Assemblage I will certainly be Backbit With a lot of Credit Regretfully, you should have fled, my Spirit With a lot of Merit Copyright © Year Posted 2014. Once the war is over and the soldiers have returned. The use of alliteration again by Sasson with Slept Soundly shows how he had nothing to fear and lived life to the full with the hope of awaking tomorrow. For people will always be kind, And you need not show that you mind When the others come in after hunting To gobble their muffins and eggs. Or at least, that's how you see it. All we have to do is remember that we all have the same blood coursing through our body. In the poem, however, the public are speaking freely about how they really die and the author, Sassoon, calmly lets us know that this is not the case, as I'm sure people would have been trying to do if the truth of their sons death were to become public knowledge.
Why do you need to know? Does it matter who shared my first kiss? These soldiers went into the war singing or humming songs, but they soon realized the war was pure evil. There's such splendid work for the blind; And people will always be kind, As you sit on the terrace remembering And turning your face to the light. Clearly, by looking at the two quotations, Wilfred Owen frequently uses dark imagery to describe the dark message behind his poem. It also leads the reader to question their own attitudes towards disabled veterans and towards the war itself. Once again, this is a purposefully naïve statement with heavily ironic undertones - the line is repeated in the second stanza as if to remind us of man's natural hostility. The line was constructed to protect Germanyfrom the Allies that were advancing through Fr … ance, Luxembourg,Belgium, and the Netherlands. As long as we the people Came out that hollow cave the same way And look at ourselves and those around We should look with such a great awe and Admiration that so many different people could Come from the same genes and print out So many different masterpieces-- Does it really matter what the color of my skin is? The reader is forced to turn their attention away from the glory of war to the very real consequences of war — in particular, physical disability.
A cheerful and uplifting poem tend to use rhymes, alliteration, and consonance, to give out a vibe to the audience just like the lyrics of any sort of rock or electronic music. Structure does not only present how and what style the poem is written in. Losing one's legs as a result of some rare illness is one thing, but fighting in a seemingly pointless conflict is a whole different ballgame. This creates a tone of outrage and evokes an empathetic response from the reader. The idealistic and naïve character of his early poems gave way to a prickly cynicism, as he became all too familiar with the cruelties of modern warfare. Does it matter how many times my heart was broken? The soldiers are expected to go on with their daily lives after their war service. But the rhyming pattern in this poem denies all of the pro-war poems written.
Does it matter that I danced every night? Does it really Matter If I am an Absconder? You smug faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know, The hell where youth and laughter go. Does it matter where I lived? Not one more veteran loses care because of it. Injured in an accident before he was due to leave from France he was later commissioned into the Royal Welsh Fusiliers in 1915. We live because our hearts beat, we live because we breathe, and we are here because our Maker has brought us into planet Earth to celebrate the true meaning of life and to make this world a great place to be. Rich or poor, the color of your skin, where you stay, which house you live in, whatever the factor may be it should not matter to you and me.
If you are the latter, I thoroughly recommend you read Wilfred Owen's poetry, too. For people will always be kind, And you need not show that you mind When the others come in after hunting To gobble their muffins and eggs. He is not a very renowned poet in our secular world today, but his works are impressive and should be remembered. Actually Sassoon and Owen did know each other they met in hospital and became friends. Along with this, your powerful topic sentence drew me in, making me want to read more of the blog post. I think the most striking verse is the third and final verse, as it contains the most sarcasm.
For Sassoon to use the word 'losing', it becomes instantly clear he is being ironic - the man was, after all, an officer in the front lines who knew what it was for a man to lose a limb. I'd look to agencies who may be representing him ther … e. You can drink and forget and be glad, And people wont say that youre mad; For theyll know youve fought for your country And no one will worry a bit. After his younger brother died during the Gallipoli Campaign of World War I, and after he had spent considerable time on the Western Front, Sassoon grew disenchanted with the war and soon abandoned the patriotism that had brought him to sign up in the first place. His other work includes satires and parodies. For such a complicated subject matter, the poem is also rather brief - very Sassoon continues to mask the graphic reality of war's aftermath by employing a euphemism in this first line - 'losing'.
For one thing, wasn't really a bright-side-of-the-road kind of guy. Does it matter that there was someone who stole my heart and never gave it back? In this contrived ceremony, many Americans believe they have seen the typical homecoming: a healthy soldier in uniform, his adorable and adoring wife, proud children, and the appreciative cheers of a grateful nation. In November of last year, I wrote in which I argued, As of last week, the Department of Veterans Affairs has the number of non-fatal casualties of the Afghanistan and Iraq Wars. Does it matter to you? Warm hugs to those who deserve and inspire Love and Desire! A lot of people would probably feel pretty bad for you and would thus be extra nice, but that really wouldn't change anything. Who I am and what I do Does it matter to you? Now there's a name you don't hear everyday. In World War Two, German defensive fortifications generally ranalong the German border in the west. While it is possible to lead an extremely fulfilling life, even without eyesight and legs, there's no place in the poem for such an optimistic outlook.