Oct 2015
***** grey fingers in every village
Every town
Etched with simple names
Of the lost sons to the new madness
Of love of land
And unknown king
Breeding hate of fellow man
For whom they prey and ****
Knee deep in mud
And jingoistic tosh
Said alike by
Tommy, Frenchman, and Boche
Every town
Etched with simple names
Of the lost sons to the new madness
Of love of land
And unknown king
Breeding hate of fellow man
For whom they prey and ****
Knee deep in mud
And jingoistic tosh
Said alike by
Tommy, Frenchman, and Boche
This poem is from the fourth collection of poetry by the Irish poet Vincent S. Coster called Poems From Another Shore Copyright © 2013. It was written ahead of the centenary of the start of the First World War and looks at the war monuments that are a feature of every town and village in England.
