Reconciliation by Siegfried Sassoon
When you are standing at your heroâ€™s grave,
Or near some homeless village where he died,
Remember, through your heartâ€™s rekindling pride,
The German soldiers who were loyal and brave.
Men fought like brutes; and hideous things were done;
And you have nourished hatred, harsh and blind.
But in that Golgotha perhaps youâ€™ll find
The mothers of the men who killed your son.