Divarose

This is a poem that was inspired by studying World War One poetry:

They said it would be over by Christmas,
This war to end all wars. 
But he's still out there fighting.
Men are dying, scores on scores.
Years after the war began
Young men come back old.
No glory and no victory
for those who died in the cold.

Bit nervous about submitting this as it is my first literary deviation.