Eleven eleven nineteen eighteen -
The day they all came crawling from craters,
And crossed the lines of bodies and machine
Guns planted in fields alongside nature’s
Other red flowers with a blackened heart,
The poppies. Today is Remembrance Day.
The old queen shivers now, at winter’s start,
Reading her speech of thanks that folk obey
Their country’s call even today. Sometimes
It’s a career, other times an order,
Refusal and participation crimes
Of different sorts. Should we cross the border?
In the end we fight for our family,
Not just for lies on radio and TV.
Sat 11 Nov 2006
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