Who will protect history from the lies
Of jingoistic ministers? Who glory in
War, its victims who laid dying & bleeding
through Mans inventions
You want us to accept that 14-18 was
A great war,
A war that did nothing to relieve the world’s poor
A war of imperial blindness
Minister have you read
‘Dulce et Decorum Est’
For the next four years
Are we expected to celebrate?
Revive old wounds
Bigotries and hate
Your rhetoric so shallow
Insults the millions
Who lost their lives
So I will view with scepticism
Your callous patriotism
A morbid centennial
For a war to end all wars
For the truth is we know
That war in its horrendous
Colours is a rich man’s game!
It adds nothing to be proud off
It should the entire human race
With sorrow and shame
So when you march in file
Past the unknown sentinel
Remember that war is failure
A failure of reason the last
Act for society. Nothing to celebrate
Remember yes, Do not rejoice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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