Armistice Day

I woke up this morning to listen to the news.

Hearing people’s views

on whether footballers should wear a poppy on their arm.

The Welsh team said no,

They said the penalty imposed would do them harm…

Imagine what the World would be like if one of our regiments refused to fight,

refused to risk their lives

for the lives of people they don’t even know…

but for a game, 

a game,

a team said no…

So it goes.

Dulce et decorum est. 

It is sweet and glorious.

Is it sweet and glorious to be swamped in mud,

or coughing up dust,

watching the blood dry?

A soldier doesn’t cry.

Marches on. Saves someone.

Gets injured trying.

Returns home to half the nation decrying

the need for a military.

Arguing the war was illegal, why can’t we just

discuss over tea.

Opium is a drug to forget.

To float in to a dream detached from reality,

Opium is a drug to forget,

It is found within the head of the poppy.

A poppy is worn for remembrance,

For respect. Not to forget.

Dulce et decorum est