Industry's Reward

The Gothic kings, accused of ruin's blight,
Sought to preserve, with all their might.
Edicts were framed, neglect to prevent,
For walls and buildings, money was spent.

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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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