Remembrance

this Sunday we will once again stand at the cenotaph remembering the fallen and still the wars go on.

Fiery cannon’s venom flies
Served by weary men
Spitting death through weeping skies
Upon their brethren

Theirs believed a righteous cause
As do the other side
Never once they’re giving  pause
And mercy all denied

For this is the war to end all wars
They were all led to believe
By politicians and their whores
Who practised to deceive

Now in the mud and blood and gore
Where only poppies thrive
Pile broken bodies more and more
Once young and hale, alive

For this the price of vanity
And nations’ stubborn pride
A monument to insanity
For which they needless died

And still today called to obey
To war, to war, they cry
Sad wiser heads would bid them stay
Their sacrifice to deny

“What if they held a war and nobody came?” Spike Milligan