Feb
18

With Apologies to Wilfred Owen

Please, somebody. Bent double, we new beggars under tax, Knock-kneed, reading news rags, we cursed at Drudge, Till on the haunting views we turned our backs And towards November’s test began to trudge. We voted asleep. Many lost their roots But limped on, nails-gnawed. Perry lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the… Continue reading »