Le Christianisme See all items with this value

So the church Christ was hit and buried
Under its rubbish and its rubble.
In cellars, packed-up saints lie serried,
Well out of hearing of our trouble.
One Virgin still immaculate
Smiles on for war to flatter her.
She's halo'd with an old tin hat,
But a piece of hell will batter her.

3329.txt

Owen, Wilfred (1893-1918) See all items with this value

1983

1983-01-01

1983-12-31

Poem

The First World War Poetry Digital Archive

3329.txt