AT THE OUTBREAK OF THE WAR (WORLD WAR ONE)
Those early days of THE WARI like the rest of 'em
Got swept up in it all
All that patriot shit of it all
Those songs , they got us singing
Believed them posters they put up
Can believe that!
Couldant get away from it
In your face , every bleeding ware
You looked!
The bleeding Pave , a bleeding singer sang
Bloks go up on stage , at her biding
As each one did she kissed eack bloke on the bleeding cheek
Next fing they know they had the kings shilling
And in the bleeding army!
Of 'os , doing our bit , for King and country
Even the bleeding huches , vickers and priest
They kind of forget what they prechde at us:
'' Thow shale not kill '' Christan , words tin the bloody , bleeding bible!
Now then say it's right for us to kill some blokes , we dont know, never met
Me chum , Ab , said it was the bleeding same in his synagogue!
The Rabi , block was saying much the same
I think , if we had a Moslem , chum , he say much the same
About his block say nofing any different!
Girls , woman , coming up to us with white feathers
We only need a handful more , our old mums can stuff 's all
A pillow each
Saying we'd be doing for God , killing in Gods name!
Only it semde the other day , '' thow shant not kill! ''
Well , like I said , I got sweep up in didant I , bleeding hell!
Now , sit on me bleeding stumps , that had been me legs
A minit a go!
Me back on the side of a still smoking shell crater
Bloody , bleeding to death!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Wordsmith
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 637 times
Written on 2014-09-09 at 00:44
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
