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Amiens hypocrisy
The current spectacle commemorating the Battle of Amiens taking place in northern France is devoid of any historical perspective about the causes of this conflict of WW1 billed as the ‘Great War’ and the ‘War to end all wars’.
It is being seen as a historical anomaly, rather than one of the two inevitable concomitant symptoms of the profit system, the other one being poverty, whether relative or absolute.
I know this is not November the 11th, however but for war protesters who protest at this war, or that war, Read a socialist’s poem.
THE MUTED MOCKERY OF POPPY(COCK) DAY
The ribbons arrayed the honours displayed
The medals jingling on parade
Echo of battles long ago
But they’re picking sides for another go.
The martial air, the vacant stare
The oft-repeated pointless prayer
“Peace oh’ Lord on earth below”
Yet they’re picking sides for another go.
The clasped hands, the pious stance
The hackneyed phrase “Somewhere in France”
The eyes downcast as bugles blow
Still they’re picking sides for another go.
Symbol of death the cross-shaped wreath
The sword is restless in the sheath
As children pluck where poppies grow
They’re picking sides for another go.
Have not the slain but died in vain?
The hoardings point, “Prepare again”
The former friend a future foe?
They’re picking sides for another go.
I hear Mars laugh at the cenotaph
Says he, as statesmen blow the gaff
“Let the Unknown Warriors flame still glow”
For they’re picking sides for another go.
A socialist plan the world would span
Then man would live in peace with man
Then wealth to all would freely flow
And want and war we would never know.
(J. Boyle 1971)
It is being seen as a historical anomaly, rather than one of the two inevitable concomitant symptoms of the profit system, the other one being poverty, whether relative or absolute.
I know this is not November the 11th, however but for war protesters who protest at this war, or that war, Read a socialist’s poem.
THE MUTED MOCKERY OF POPPY(COCK) DAY
The ribbons arrayed the honours displayed
The medals jingling on parade
Echo of battles long ago
But they’re picking sides for another go.
The martial air, the vacant stare
The oft-repeated pointless prayer
“Peace oh’ Lord on earth below”
Yet they’re picking sides for another go.
The clasped hands, the pious stance
The hackneyed phrase “Somewhere in France”
The eyes downcast as bugles blow
Still they’re picking sides for another go.
Symbol of death the cross-shaped wreath
The sword is restless in the sheath
As children pluck where poppies grow
They’re picking sides for another go.
Have not the slain but died in vain?
The hoardings point, “Prepare again”
The former friend a future foe?
They’re picking sides for another go.
I hear Mars laugh at the cenotaph
Says he, as statesmen blow the gaff
“Let the Unknown Warriors flame still glow”
For they’re picking sides for another go.
A socialist plan the world would span
Then man would live in peace with man
Then wealth to all would freely flow
And want and war we would never know.
(J. Boyle 1971)