71 : 17 a Reflection
They shot anything that moved,
anything filthy and poor.
Down with the proletariat!
The Prussians played cards
and praised red French wine.
They passed round the Vodka,
The Russians played cards.
Down with the aristocrat!
Lambast the filthy rich.
They shot anything that moved.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2020
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