A Boorish Few - Poem by Mark Heathcote
A boorish few in the military
Aren't fit to wipe your boots.
In any kind of real adversary,
Their orders they're full of convolutes.
Wouldn't be of any use to man,
Beast or boy, it's a one-way ticket
What they'd suggestion… plan?
By a long chalk; it's not cricket.
It would tug, at your very heart.
To follow in their demonic command …
Give chase to them bullets cocked …
Loaded readied fired on your motherland.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
For me the word 'boorish' was used a lot at the time of the First World War. Anyone knowing a little bit of history about that might know this; I think the word hasn't been in circulation much since that time.
The word was use to describe a lot of uncaring generals who didn't value the lives of their young infantry soldiers and got a lot of young men shot dead unnecessary.
And those that ran back in fear terrified at the numbers being mowed down by machine guns were executed as cowards by their own side.
Things might have changed a lot since then but I'm sure there is still a few boorish few' left, I didn't say where or who these people are or could be they could be anywhere in the entire world.
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