If poems are of interest, how about this anonymous marker placed on a mass British grave in France after the German Spring Offensive of 1918:

The Devonshires held this trench.
The Devonshires hold it still.

Or two lines from the poet F. S. Flint, about the young combatants of the same war, regardless of nationality (also in 1918):

They no longer inherit the earth.
The earth inherits them.