17/03/2015

#poem #poetry #amwritng #fuck #guardian #fuckthegaurdian

Fuck The Guardian

Take me again
   where engines cry
Take me again
   from my haunt on the airfield
Take my B17
    back into the sky

dulce et decorum est
Owens verse rings through the land
pro patri mori
we reply though we do not understand

I did not fight Iraq for thee
Tony Blair and Hilary
I fought it for my family
and to be rid of you and he

At the tomb of the unknown
my wreath of lillies lies unseen
for 200,000 Malians
held in bondage quite obscene

 And still he waits
   with his aircrew
for the flight
   that will not come
he does not know he was shot down
   in a war that was never won

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