have you read the whole poem? a lot of people commenting seem to think its about the glorification of war... "If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori." bella, horida bella! quomodo ceciderunt fortes in superbia. quam sanguine et domi mors venit ad fletum nuptae.