Dulce et decorum est,
or total hell on Earths past
oh world of many worlds,
how long will this one last,
Wild with all regrets,
though needs dictate
spells of incantations,
realisation of my fate,
The young soldier
with a date to respect
Six o'clock at princes street
his body ready to dissect,
I saw his round mouth's crimson
as I felt my last life's breath,
As your soul slipped
it joins mine at our death.
composed 12/02/2017.
Categories:
wilfred, courage, death, world war
Form: Quatrain
To sing an anthem for doomed youth.
Why did I believe the clergy's untruth
and the politicians who I voted for in a polling booth.
and know i will pay the price in karma's toll booth.
Governments don't worry with arms and the boy.
or the death of a man who just years before was a school boy.
Oh the futility of war its the real Mccoy.
the lords and lady's watch on high as we die, just the hoi polloi.
Lets say no to the next war lets live in peace for ever more.
the only army I am joining is the peace corps.
I'm finished, I am not going to be the politicians war whore.
The last laugh will be mine as I refuse to fight your wars .
comp entry 11/02
poet Wilfred Owen His family once lived in Nantwich ie 5 miles away and it was
his poems that 1st got me interested in poetry.
Categories:
wilfred, war,
Form: Quatrain