Our Great War

Sanitised, politicised till it’s no longer true
All that was the best of us has vanished into blue
Tell the lies with fresh appeal to those who never knew
Who is there to speak for us, to stand and say what’s due
Seduced by waves of jingoistic furore we journeyed off to war
We had lost all boyhood charms before we reached their shores
Endless cold and mud filled trenches, rotting flesh, barbed defences
Those who can die silently,those who railed still met their death
No one stands and counts the cost, if they do morale is lost
Another one to shoot at dawn, mustn’t grumble, all in all
Over by Christmas, they say again, which Christmas is that?
No one explains…

© Marguerite Rami
Remembrance Sunday 2013