After studying various war poems ranging from the Crimean war to the current day (and possible future wars), I decided on my favourites.
             'Disabled' written by Wilfred Owen speaks the thoughts of a very young and severely wounded soldier who after loosing all his limbs at war is helplessly bound to a wheelchair. It is said he is 'legless, sewn short at elbow.' The poem expresses sad, and a lot of the time bitter thoughts and emotions through the past throughout.
             The first line of the poem is very simple but effective:
             'He sat in a wheeled chair waiting for dark'
             The immediate appearance of 'dark', 'grey' , and 'shivered' sets up the isolation of the wounded soldier. It strikes a strong comparison to the warmth of the second stanza.
             Memories are aroused at the thought of hearing the boy's voices again but then 'gathering sleep' had reassuringly 'mothered them from him'
             ' Through the park Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
             Voices of play and pleasure after day'
             In the second stanza the poet describes life 'before he threw away his knees' and the relationships he once had with women and how they have since altered.
             'Now he will never feel again how slim
             Girl's waists are, or how warm their subtle hands;
             All of them touch him like some queer disease.'
             Showing not only the physical loss of his arm, but also the psychological scars as the soldier knows he will be shunned by women from now on.
             This, a sad thought, projects the truth about how many people do judge others on physical appearance and physical disability and how disabled people are often discriminated.
             'One time he liked a blood smear down his leg,
             After the matches, carried shoulder-high.'
             We are already aware that the soldier has lost an arm and his legs, yet here we are told that before the War he
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