Obedience or Patriotism

A child crying, A mother weeping,
A flag flying low , A president sleeping

Musicians who played for love
Now hoarded and bound together in state bands
Their hearts forever riding the crimson surf
Blood seeping from their eyes and their clarinets

A few words of honor, a few words of bravery
A few shots to scare away the crows
Your son is getting old enough for that slavery
Let us send him to die at a foreign shore
Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori
Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori

Here is a folded flag and a coin for all your trouble
Sing us a prayer now, of those who went
And never came out of the rubble

A general is shouting, a crowd roaring
The poor died last night, the rich were snoring

◄ A revolver's grim prophecy

Wisest Man in Egypt ►



Sat 6th Jun 2020 17:42

Thanks Jen and Po, I really appreciate your comments,

You are right Jen, throughout history most people have joined the army for the chance of 3 good meals a day


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jennifer Malden

Fri 5th Jun 2020 19:50

Liked the 'poor died last night, the rich were snoring', and all the rest too. Great writing.
Nowadays perhaps it's often 'pro pecunia' as they don't have much choice of a job otherwise.

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Fri 5th Jun 2020 19:39

Oh! Horace, how wrong your were and still are.

GREAT Poem Morty.

One to keep.

Thank you


Fri 5th Jun 2020 16:32

Thanks Abdul, that's precisely what I was going for, your comments are much appreciated

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Abdul Ahmad

Fri 5th Jun 2020 12:33


This poem has echos of
oh! What a lovely war.

The induced bribe to enlist and the quagmire of some foreign field rob nations of their youth. For what gain?

Very well written poem. Enjoyed it very much. Keep the quill sharpened!


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