First, we must look at the promotion of violence in our society. In the twenty-first century, violence is all around us. The majority of movies playing in our theaters shows strong scenes of violence and rage. The media provide a steady stream of violence into our homes for children to be exposed to. Also, the music industry promotes violence in many mainstream rock, rap, and even countr…
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…e murderers had no idea their sons were building bombs in their garage. So parents must take an active role in their children’s lives for us to stop violence in schools.
These instances of children killing children in school are certainly tragic. But we must take responsibility ourselves for not doing all we could to prevent them. By examining the possible causes, hopefully we can find a way to end these senseless tragedies. Three of these causes are the promotion of violence, the neglect of troubled children, and the lack of parental involvement.
Horror of War Exposed in Dulce et Decorum Est
Horror of War Exposed in Dulce et Decorum Est
We have all heard war stories that seemed exciting and adventurous. Some stories are of men who gladly laid down their lives in the glory of battle and would do so again if given the chance. These stories tickle our sentiment and ease the pain of real war, but they do little to help us understand war’s brutality. In his poem “Dulce et Decorum Est,” Wilfred Owen does not attempt to pull the blood stained wool over our eyes. Instead of a novel quip, Owen gives us a look into the real horror of war. Using images of pain and sorrow, Owen gives us a taste of the front line that crushes any romantic ideas about war.
Most of us envision soldiers marching into battle as upright, steady young men proudly bearing their ruck sacks and singing as they march. Owen paints us a picture of a different hue. Owen describes the men as, “Bent double, like old beggars under sacks.” We see figures that are contrary to our preconceived notions ( 1). Owen’s men of war are tired from the stress of battle and the weight of the inevitable doom that lies ahe…