They tried to tell me
At primary school
That I was merely
A subject, a tool
Of government
Of King and queen
I must wave the flag
Let it be seen.
As I grew
I couldnt understand
Why poverty lived
In this land
While a certain family
By birth only
Every luxury
Wealth unashamedly.
If a letter arrives
You must go to war
As your forefathers
Did before
To protect privilege
Your king or queen
And if invaded
They will leave the scene.
Escaping to
Safer shores
A neutral zone
Till the end of war.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments4
With good rhyme this poem in telling its story asks the question of why we are treated as we are by those above us and why we put up with it. Very nicely told.
thanking you, I have never understood this obsession with royalty in this day and age, The king received 600 million from the late queen and paid no inheritance tax ?
Patriotism, Nationalism, Jingoism and their connection to war. I've banged on about these buggers many times before. Any additional contributions, especially with decent poetry such as this I heartily welcome. Thanks.
most kind, thanking you
Very true....
You cleverly criticized priviledged class...
appreciate your comments, thanking you
Very welcome
A remarkable truth about war. Nice write.
thanking you
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