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To The Politican-General

Contributed by scott on Sunday, 20th April 2008 @ 11:48:10 PM in AEST
Topic: war



Why bear ye forth these standards
When theres no cause to make war?
Youve roused the plebs with rhetoric
And uniformed the poor,
With the lash and with the cudgel
You taught them wrong from right,
And gave them marching orders
Straight off to gentle night.

Then on the field of battle
You had them form their ranks,
Young lads with fixed bayonets
You threw against the tanks,
Now the bugler sounds the recall
And you take defensive stance,
Two thousand souls the butchers bill
To halt this one advance.

What think ye of the widows
And the children still so young,
Now left with cries of father
Left unanswered on their tongues?
Oh if they only knew ye
Who sit in gilded chair
And send the men to certain end
And nary show a care!

The devil ticks thy number,
Of that you may be sure,
For each soldier boy you damn to hells
That you could scarce endure!




Copyright © scott ... [ 2008-04-20 23:48:10]
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Re: To The Politican-General (User Rating: 1 )
by Gravehorn on Monday, 21st April 2008 @ 12:14:16 AM AEST
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This poem has a well written rhyme and measure; well done.


Re: To The Politican-General (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_K on Monday, 21st April 2008 @ 03:46:21 AM AEST
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This flowed as smoothly as the ebb and flow of the ocean.... Loved it... Jenni


Re: To The Politican-General (User Rating: 1 )
by a7x36 on Monday, 21st April 2008 @ 02:02:45 PM AEST
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love it.


Re: To The Politican-General (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Monday, 21st April 2008 @ 11:06:52 PM AEST
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Good political diatribe, Scott, and I liked the 'ye olde English' touch - it suited the historical material and references that definitely have modern resonance. Glass of Iraqi Red, anyone?

Spike




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