The Finer Things
Wars are the usual bag of tricks:
Fought by the same class of suckers,
Straight out of factory or school,
Uncomplaining and scared to death.
Heads crammed with patriotic guff,
They squirm in trenches at the front
And finish dead or short of limbs.
Those who survive, when they return
To a country fit for heroes,
Are told, in no uncertain terms,
To shut up and to know their place,
And keep their nose to the grindstone,
To make sure that those who matter
Still enjoy the finer things of life.
Kevin Tan
Fri 3rd Feb 2023 08:23
Yes it is Stephen. Glad to be living in the EU