# Lamentations

I found him in a guard-room at the Base.

From the blind darkness I had heard his crying

And blundered in. With puzzled, patient face

A sergeant watched him; it was no good trying

To stop it; for he howled and beat his chest.

And, all because his brother had gone West,

Raved at the bleeding war; his rampant grief

Moaned, shouted, sobbed, and choked,
while he was kneeling

Half-naked on the floor. In my belief

Such men have lost all patriotic feeling.

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