Futility (apologies to Wilfred Owen)

 

Forget, forget,

Her rallying cry;

Forget, forget

The reason why;

Forget, forget

Our fathers lied,

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

—O what made fatuous sunbeams toil

To break earth's sleep at all?

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