Dulce et decorum est is a poem written about the First World War. It is Wilfred Owen's first-hand account of the First World War, the war that ultimately killed him. Wilfred Owen was an anti-war poet. He wrote of the horrific conditions the young soldier encountered in the trenches. Owen used images to portray the horrors of war, he paints a vivid picture with his words. This is especially evident when he writes: “If you could feel, with every gasp, the blood that is gargled from foam-corrupted lungs, obscene as a cancer, bitter as the ruminant of vile and incurable sores on innocent tongues, – “When will you hear these words that you can almost feel the pain of the people experiencing it. The author chooses to use raw and real words to convey his message. Unlike many other poets who would use sentences that are flowing and beautiful, so much so that you almost forget about the horrible subject under discussion, Wilfred Owen's poetry has an unconventional structure to make the reader think outside the box. There is almost no rhythm, to portray the chaos that surrounds it. The last line of the poem: The old lie: Dulce et decorum estPro patria mori. Strega in Latin means "it is a sweet and glorious thing to die for one's country". ' is VERY appropriate to end this poem. Dying in war is anything but “sweet and glorious” and the poet recognizes that this is nothing more than an “old lie”. No one who has experienced war firsthand thinks it is noble and honorable. Memories of the war haunt their dreams. Wilfred Owen states: In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, it dives towards me, dripping, choking, drowning. Memories of his comrades' deaths make it much more difficult to see the meaning behind the war. Fighting does not bring peace.