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.
Stephen Gospage
Thu 2nd Feb 2023 21:19
Thank you, Kevin. Life is certainly scary if you are in the wrong country at the wrong time at the moment.
And thanks to Holden, K Lynn, Jeronth, John C, Hélène, New Shoes and KJ.