Author: Bertolt Brecht
All of the images of the disasters of war Are horrifying. I look at the old man in the ditches, and I know It is my face I see in his: It is as if he were someone I knew in my youth. I look at the exhausted woman, and I know It is my sister I see in her, Her dress torn, her hair matted with blood. And I see the child, shot to death, And I know it is my own son. I see the ruins of the houses, And I know they are the houses of my people. I see the fires of war burning, And I know it is my house that is burning. I look at the naked corpses Thrown into the grave, and I know It is my own body that is being buried.
Type of Poem: Lyric Poem
Date Written: 1944-01-01
Date Published: 1945-01-01
Language: German
Keywords: War, Disaster, Humanity, Destruction, Empathy
Source: Selected Poems
Publisher: Suhrkamp Verlag
Rights/Permissions: Public Domain
Comments/Notes: A powerful poem that highlights the universal impact of war, using vivid imagery to convey the shared humanity and the personal devastation experienced by those who suffer its consequences.
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