It would be really poignant if it made you type the words to "Anthem for Doomed Youth" by Wilfred Owen: What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? ---On

It would be really poignant if it made you type the words to "Anthem for Doomed Youth" by Wilfred Owen: What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? ---Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells; Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,--- The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells; And bugles calling for them from sad shires.