Saturday, September 8, 2018

poem on war

This Poem is a follow up to this post about the game of diploacy

https://yumndrum.blogspot.com/2008/02/communicationsnegotiations-game.html

Yes you have my support and like
But only till the conditions be right

In Anonymity friendships are forged
That in reality could only be forged
Behold, Germany and Poland act as one
When all the Pole ever got was the gun

Support my Hold cried the dane
Her armies lost in plight so vain
The British convoy swam so grand
Could not keep her own mainland

Zion that lone star in the East
Lioned by the Pharaoh beast
Her Centres of supply so gallant
Now birth Egyptian Army Gallant

Yet for a minute did anyone care
'bout the peasant or her mare
Be it the Czar, the Sultan or the Knight
Its the poor who must pay for the fight
And Pay they do with their life
Ahh Treachery that unfair Knife

East, West, North or South
Two Ears, a nose and a Mouth
Brothers in this World so Queer
Wish you all the Love and Cheer