Saturday, 10 November 2018

The Poppy Brigade.

We send our valiant young
Into harms way,
Then abandon them
when they return,
Forgetting the price they pay.

Oh sure, you virtue wear your poppies,
Well at least - for a week!
But the rest of the year?
You turn your faces,
And of them you do not speak.

Fellowship on this sceptered isle
Is as dead!
Our glorious young discarded,
As the elite rich get richer
By theft and usury,
Our heroes?