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Gassed, by John Singer Sargent
Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway

To Good Guys Dead
They sucked us in;
King and country,
Christ Almighty
And the rest.
Patriotism,
Democracy,
Honor—
Words and phrases,
They either bitched or killed us.

#AmericanWriters #Suicide

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