Dave’s CelebrationPosted: October 31, 2013
It’s fifteen years since I wrote a poem, so imagine my surprise when Mr Cameron provided the long missing inspiration. I don’t pretend its great, but it carries my feeling well.
Crisis in the Balkans!
Imperial proxy wars aflame.
Whilst bullets fly a dynasty is overthrown.
supported by Austro-Hungarians.
The Balkans need the Russians now, a new entente
A crown falls away from the three
The double eagle eyes the bear and prepares for war.
War in the Balkans
The Bears nose is bloodied and Serbia
left alone. The Prussian Eagle brings peace to guard its nest.
The Cock crows
The Prussians sit uneasy in Alsace-Lorraine
The Bear goes home, begins to build and build and build for war
Bulldogs want peace
Trading empires need calm to grow
Bulldogs tries to balance every ounce whilst Eagles laugh.
Franz Ferdinand dead,
The Archduke of Eagles undone
By bomb wielding, Serb trained, Bosnian student assassins!
The Eagles demand,
The Bulldog bays for profitable peace
Demands cannot be met without Serb death. Back to war in the Balkans
If not now, when?
Two empires threatened
With time the Bear will be unstoppable, Prussian Eagles soar to war.
Austro-Hungarian Eagles war on Serbia
Prussian Eagle wars with Bear
The Cock won’t promise neutrality, the Prussian Eagle swoops
Trading Empires live and die on contracts. The Bulldog sides with the Cock.
The Rising Sun, long allied to the Bulldog, takes aim at the Prussian Eagle
Austro-Hungarian Eagles face the Bear
The zoo is revolting
Imperial powers like dominoes
Stacking their young men into rows to fight for Empire
Six weeks at most,
Of all the learned men that send
their young to war. Only Kitchener says three years.
Billy Smith stands,
With shit in his pants, his mate dismembered
A Boro bakers boy six months ago. A Bulldog’s soldier now.
Is celebrating animals that through
their own stupidity get others maimed and killed.
Commemorate the dead,
whichever animal sent them there,
Those bakers’ boys, train drivers, ferrymen and more
Keep respectful silence,
As you mourn the idiocy of their fate,
And shout, shout loud when some new animal calls for war.