Gedicht over oorlog of vrede
 

Kent er iemand misschien een goed gedicht met als thema oorlog of vrede? Mag van iedereen zijn, als het maar in het nederlands is en het je raakt.
alvast bedankt

DoP

Paar links, alleen dat 'goed' moet je zelf maar uitmaken. Ik ben niet zo goed op de hoogt van gedichten over vrede, misschien iemand anders.

http://home.hetnet.nl/~cambiumned/poezieostayen3.htm
http://www.emory.edu/ENGLISH/LostPoets/OwenPoetry.html
http://www.angelfire.com/wa/warpoetry/

Beetje afgezaagd maar toch:

Wilfred Owen
Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.