“I am the master of my fate”
O Time, breathe softly
And caress my wounds
By your wings vagrant
And let the sun rays
Enfold me in their vault
While singing their song
Of eternal peace
As I bemoan the battle lost.
Bury me not so soon,
My companion for life,
A man rich in glory vain
Striving for triumphalism
Through battles galore,
Will, how could he,
To breathe his last
Until his veins have shed
That last straw of the rebel
Burning in his heart.
"I am the master of my fate" - William Ernest Henley
Centenary
100 years since that war and the mighty are dressed
in their fine uniforms and holding hollow speeches.
For some the strutting about is triumphalism, but we
cannot say so, but the British and French feel smug.
The rusty/ gold prince is there too and his underlings
have tearful eyes, he is so elegant and has tons of
self assurance. There are many other royals too but
the TV dwell mostly on the British nobles, this mainly
because they know how to wear a uniform with style.
This glorifying of war showing of the latest weaponry
buying and selling of deaths while we say things like:
“We must not forget.” Forget what! This ***********
of violence on our screen day and night, yet we must
not mention the reasons, money lent and money borrowed.
As for now a river of blood runs in Gaza.