Who could deny the outrage –

The futile point of the war

The horror and the gross carnage

No-one could fail to abhor

The mud and the blood of the trenches

The rats that fed at the feast

The daemons held check in our psyche

Inexorable once released.

Fast forward into the Thirties

As Nazis across Europe fanned

And Chamberlain proud of his moment

The paper held high in his hand

Seductive and always beguiling

Is the smile on the face of the Beast

It pays to remember the Devil

May come as an Angel of Peace.