Verses From The First World War: Conscription
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Published in Solidarity 396, 2 March 2016.
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Published in Solidarity 396, 2 March 2016.
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Dulce et decorum est
As Owen wrote, the ancient lie
Inscribed upon the soldier's breast
And told to men when sent to die
But tell me, for commemoration
Below the flag that's raised to fool us
Did they really die for nation
Or rather for the nation's rulers?
Photo: Wilfred Owen
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A century ago, with Britain at war, the Woman's Dreadnought published this poem:
CHRISTMAS EVE
- to man the comfortable
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We have a fearless leader we can trust
Who's proved to us already that he would
Destroy communities for their own good
Burn shadows into pavements, flesh to dust
He flaunts the firmest finger, face that fits
A leader who can make that tough decision
Personifies the stone-heart politician
Choose yes or no to blow the world to bits
- When button push one day will come to shove
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Haters gonna hate
Dictators gonna dictate
Tyrants gonna tyrannise
Rebels will rebel and rise
Rival rulers gonna ride
Rebellion's discontented tide
Bombers gonna bomb
Pogromists will pogrom
Fighters gonna fight
Families gonna take flight
Borders gonna rise
Papers gonna scandalise
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Boris Johnson nominates
the President of the United States
He says the Nobel Prize for Peace
should go to Donald Trump
But that joker has been played before
No satire in it any more
Irony died, doesn't he see?
when Kissinger won it in seventy-three
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Some ballistic poetry from Janine to entertain the troops - well, the protesters - at the DSEI arms fair at Excel in London's docklands.
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A weapon that can
Destroy humanity is
Not a deterrent
Going to battle
Without means of defence is
Mindless non-violence
While people still march
Against nuclear weapons
Hope springs eternal