In Memorium 1979

By a village in Kent, set high on a hill,

There is cut a white cross lying proud,

To commemorate men who were sent off to kill

While they chanted wars glories out loud.

They did not come back, to their families’ grief.

The fortunes of war called them first.

To end all they suffered a lesser relief,

Those left behind only cursed.

So they built the white cross to remember

The "brave men who gave up their lives"

If the chance came again they'd dismember

Some more of our youth and then cry.

In Memoriam - Spring 1982

If I should die think only this of me:

That there's a corner of a foreign field

That isn't really England, and that we

Though buried here within this dust concealed;

Died of an English cause that no one cares

To remember - if we fought for Greece or Rome.

A passing piece of policy or air

of whim from some "great" man who stayed at home.

So think before they send you on your way,

With promises of glory more or less;

How much the lie by foreigners to England given

Is worth a grave in which the heroes lay.

For though today the fight is for the best.

Tomorrow? Why then the foe will be forgiven.