Here's a Poem for you, WW1 Poem
"I fire my shells left and right,
and yet sex is the same...
I f**k her day and night, with
th'y shells, the moments of the dead are her orgasms,
I impregnate th'y world with shells,
as her babies are killed, their body's lay dead,
her tears are blood and rain..."
John .B Henry the third of England