Felix Dennis

Felix Dennis, Poet, Publisher and Tree Planter

The Cup Of War

For those who fight, the cup of war
Is neither right nor wrong,
Each brew too pale, too long in store—
Too bitter or too strong.

Back home the nodding donkeys dare
To spout what soldiers think,
But soldiers neither know nor care—
The order comes, you drink!

The squaddies sworn to drain its dregs
Pay no respect to shame,
Their missing arms and missing legs
Will bleed or rot the same.

Their masters bless the stinking cup
And fill it to the brink,
They’ve not the balls to suck it up—
The order comes: you drink!

Dorsington, Warwickshire May 21, 2007

Poem Published in the following books: Homeless In My Heart  

1 Comment

  1. Amazing! Just amazing. I wrote something much like this one, although it was more critical of the actual soldier than the pundits and brass who enable them.

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