Letter – Nikola Vaptsarov

Adress: Senora Francesca Labore HUESCA Mother, Fernandéz is killed! Fernandéz is dead and buried Fernandéz lieas in the fields on the outskirts of Madrid. He was such a good man, tell me - why did they cut short his life? Through my Fernandéz has perished they shall still go out and fight. Mother, there is …

In Flanders Fields – John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow      Between the crosses, row on row,   That mark our place; and in the sky   The larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,   Loved and were loved, and now we lie,         In Flanders fields. …

The Soldier – Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:That there's some corner of a foreign fieldThat is for ever England. There shall beIn that rich earth a richer dust concealed;A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,A body of England's, breathing English air,Washed by the rivers, …

Bol – Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Speak, for your two lips are free. Speak, your tongue is still your own This ethereal body is still yours Speak, your life is still your own See how in the blacksmith's forge Flames burns wild, iron glows red; The locks start to open their jaws, And every chain begins to break. Speak, this brief …

The War with Baba Sahib and the Capture of that Town by English

This poem is written by a Christian native convert in Kannada over the rebellion of Naragund in 1858. It is another of those innumerable propaganda pieces the British, revelling in their victory, commissioned. Have a look at the highlighted stanzas; no ruler anywhere, with the intent to rule would resort to such atrocities. And going …