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