The Damned - 1916
The Damned - 1916
In the darkness of a freezing night
illuminated by flares and the thunder of guns
they fell into ankle deep mud to smoke a pipe
or hope for some food before the rodents ate it all
They had no comfort, little hope in a foreign field
holes, trenches dug by their fellow countrymen, now gone
to offer a shield from the torment of the enemy
from an unrelenting hell on earth
They held dear to the past as any future did not exist
rats ate the entrails of dead comrades
all were denied sleep or little respite
a putrid stench, indescribeable, pervaded their dug outs
Far away the generals luxuriated in their guaranteed comfort
Courses of food graced their tables with fine wine to boot
assured of clean sheets and beds to sleep in
their privilege was a right of birth and class
Never again must we endure this crap
an evil ploy sanctioned by a political class
let those who began this debacle
fight alongside those those they deemed inferior
and struggle through their shit to their own aristocratic shame
To hell with war fought by proxy
M.C. Newberry
Fri 19th Oct 2018 16:01
Keith - in a general (no pun intended) sense, I can't argue
against your point but hasn't that been a feature of history
since time immemorial? Even today, when aristocracy per
se doesn't call the tune/sound the bugle, its modern
successors, the politicians follow their own agendas with vital powerful influences provided by rich chums when
it suits them - and when they can bamboozle the public
into believing in the cause they seek to espouse. And so
combatants are once again obliged to moil in the mud...
or sand!!