WarPoetsOriginalPoems

** Siegfried Sassoon- Original Poem The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin And cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks Of harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din; ‘We’re sure the Kaiser loves our dear old Tanks!’
 * “Blighters”

I’d like to see a Tank come down the stalls, Lurching to rag-time tunes, or ‘Home, sweet Home’, And there’d be no more jokes in Music-halls To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume. The line winds ‘round the booth, “Chance at fortune, have a shot”, Contestants fail, not told the truth, The game’s thoughtless thieves remain uncaught.
 * “Victory” **

I’d like to hear a ring’s golden rattle, See just one prize freed from its dusty rack, There’d be no more lines, not one battle, W. walks away with no glance back.