A bonus poem over at Poetry in Protest today, one of my favorites.
Since posting “The Next War,” I haven’t been able to get Wilfred Owen’s “The Parable of the Old Man and the Young” out of my head. It’s actually one of my favorite poems, and very similar in tone, delivery, and message to “The Next War,” which makes sense considering the two poets’ shared experiences with World War I. It’s very sad how nonchalantly the lives of the young are often thrown away by the old, the lives of the poor discarded by the rich, the lives of the underprivileged disregarded by the privileged.
The Parable of the Old Man and the Young
by Wilfred Owen
So Abram rose, and clave the wood, and went,
And took the fire with him, and a knife.
And as they sojourned both of them together,
Isaac the first-born spake and said, My Father,
Behold the preparations, fire and iron,
But where the lamb for…
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