Dress and Tongue

The people's customs, they still retained,
Their dress, their language, unrestrained.
Laws and traditions, freedom's sweet call,
Two-thirds of their lands, standing tall.

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War poet whose visceral, anti-war verse exposed the horrors of trench warfare; killed one week before Armistice.

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