Fill your glass and take a seat
all will be explained in good time
the world is bought by the meek
where surly graves sing like chimes
A pinstriped soldier painfully blinded
paints his troubles and dyes his eyes
forget me nots have always reminded
so sorry Seymour, taken by surprise?
Trouser clad expletives and their respective explosives
raise their fists and cut with tongues like corrosives
hateful of gender he surrendered manhood and more besides
balancing his life between his hell and the ending it provides
Dressing in dresses and shielding his war scars
in shock and horror at the dirty death in man’s hands
growing long tresses and changing who we are
he disregards man, at least the man she understands
Mothers and wives are drawn closer together
and gleefully treasure their boys protected professions
shoe smiths slaving over fine boots of leather
trade protecting the makers from war’s harshest lessons
Ration books stamped with festering propaganda smiles
drove out the lilywhites and broke their true war denials
questionable posters spout constant mechanical joy
”A recycled promise for every girl and every boy!”
Skirted reapers grim and unaware
of the fate pressured by public stare
Flowers gifted by condemning women of the day
determined to send boys to death tolls far away
And such ladies indoctrinated and dim
will send their men to death on a whim
As mothers they must wave, smile and be so proud
to have submerged their sons into poisonous clouds
even the regal feign suffering and bloodshed
”Oh now our dearest pet pauper is gone and dead
whoever shall come along to mow our lawns”
She said, staring into the crown of thorns
all will be explained in good time
the world is bought by the meek
where surly graves sing like chimes
A pinstriped soldier painfully blinded
paints his troubles and dyes his eyes
forget me nots have always reminded
so sorry Seymour, taken by surprise?
Trouser clad expletives and their respective explosives
raise their fists and cut with tongues like corrosives
hateful of gender he surrendered manhood and more besides
balancing his life between his hell and the ending it provides
Dressing in dresses and shielding his war scars
in shock and horror at the dirty death in man’s hands
growing long tresses and changing who we are
he disregards man, at least the man she understands
Mothers and wives are drawn closer together
and gleefully treasure their boys protected professions
shoe smiths slaving over fine boots of leather
trade protecting the makers from war’s harshest lessons
Ration books stamped with festering propaganda smiles
drove out the lilywhites and broke their true war denials
questionable posters spout constant mechanical joy
”A recycled promise for every girl and every boy!”
Skirted reapers grim and unaware
of the fate pressured by public stare
Flowers gifted by condemning women of the day
determined to send boys to death tolls far away
And such ladies indoctrinated and dim
will send their men to death on a whim
As mothers they must wave, smile and be so proud
to have submerged their sons into poisonous clouds
even the regal feign suffering and bloodshed
”Oh now our dearest pet pauper is gone and dead
whoever shall come along to mow our lawns”
She said, staring into the crown of thorns
Cryptic letters arrive from hell’s front, only two days after being sent
the cherished life line to home, but his love is unsure of what is meant
“Curse your father’s words, I wish they weren’t so bent and strange!”
Unknown to her if they were he’d die by the firing range
Women workers flood shamed murder factories
accompanied by bloody hands and chemical breath
career novelty wears off while ceaseless casualties
Leave ladies leading alone, after their men’s deaths
Sinfully tainted empire gold
Leaves blemishes in its prided place
now a beloved father sold
leaves lines of pain on mother’s face
Cold metal, devoid of hope and heart
cannot be exchanged for human innocence
medals for murder are not even a start
mass condolence is brazen pretence
Mister Kitchener waves his flag draped hands
and bakers, breakers and brokers salute and stand
deserting peace and home domestics for the glory of war
all the while Elsie and the kids wonder what he fights for
Conscription rules with the ruthless iron fist
and patriotism’s velvety seductive gloves
capturing those with free will they’d missed
and punishing others under orders from above
Lightless London, a weak old man
crawling on his knees while they throw stones
children evacuated; an infant ban
leaves adults to await bombs, alone.
the cherished life line to home, but his love is unsure of what is meant
“Curse your father’s words, I wish they weren’t so bent and strange!”
Unknown to her if they were he’d die by the firing range
Women workers flood shamed murder factories
accompanied by bloody hands and chemical breath
career novelty wears off while ceaseless casualties
Leave ladies leading alone, after their men’s deaths
Sinfully tainted empire gold
Leaves blemishes in its prided place
now a beloved father sold
leaves lines of pain on mother’s face
Cold metal, devoid of hope and heart
cannot be exchanged for human innocence
medals for murder are not even a start
mass condolence is brazen pretence
Mister Kitchener waves his flag draped hands
and bakers, breakers and brokers salute and stand
deserting peace and home domestics for the glory of war
all the while Elsie and the kids wonder what he fights for
Conscription rules with the ruthless iron fist
and patriotism’s velvety seductive gloves
capturing those with free will they’d missed
and punishing others under orders from above
Lightless London, a weak old man
crawling on his knees while they throw stones
children evacuated; an infant ban
leaves adults to await bombs, alone.
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