Poems from the First World War

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, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— John McCrae

A couple of years ago I bumped into this book on Amazon and its price was quite ridiculous (less than €1.50, I think?).. It took me less than three seconds to add it to the cart even tho I knew I would've waited the right moment to read it.
That time had come and I'm glad I've waited to get in the right mood for it! Of course, I would've never thought that in the meantime I would've witnessed another war happening... People will never learn from our past mistakes, apparently.

This is a collection of 114 poems written by the main protagonists of WWI: the soldiers, the nurses, their families, friends and lovers.
Studying history on the books is a totally different matter compared to reading about people's feelings and direct testimony on how it really felt to be on the front line, losing your friends and your own life.
I'm not gonna lie, reading these poems made me feel really sad. It's concerning how the price of a life can still be considered to be so low, and how we still let so many people die over trivial things, only because of some powerful men who want to show how strong they are. It really looks like some things will never change, after all.