Wednesday, February 07, 2024

Socialist Sonnet No. 134

Kitchener’s Finger


Lord Kitchener is flexing his finger,

A beckoning to come hither once more,

Inducing young men and women to war.

In the cenotaph memory lingers,

Although it appears amnesia prevails

When a call to the colours comes their way

And they sleep-march towards their beds of clay;

Too often, it seems, humanity fails.

Enough now of the lame old excuses

For yet another bellicose mission,

When it’s rivalry and competition,

And the prospects of profit seduces.

A radical change is required because

The price of peace is capitalism’s loss.


D. A.


Anonymous said...

"Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori. No it isn't and never was.

Mr. Magoo said...
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Mr. Magoo said...

Your best socialist sonnet to date (and that's saying a lot).

[Edited because I accidentally misspelt 'saying'.]