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The Bard
400 years since his death...,
23rd April 1616
Poet, wordsmith; he sayeth
To be or not to be; Caesar-
Julius and Macbeth, sweet
Yorath..., my kingdom for a horse,
Once more into the breach...
Bastardised?
Not I sir, for I am from sound stock
Be off with your foul head..., slanderous guttersnipe!
So it is to war we default at times of anxiety and to sacrifice our treasured youth..., once more to our shameful pity...
......
Strewth!
And did we not stand before thee and warrant awe?
For we smelled tyranny and corrupted blood from our green fielded lands afar...
....
Battalions of our bravest Spartan kith and kin,
A
Vanguard led by truest warrior upon a winged steed
The foot soldiers from skies to win,
By vilest urge beset by whip and carrot..., on through blood, guts; hue and din,
To
Oust thee despots and dictators by rapiers and scything shrapnel; lobbed from growling Red Devils
As the tempest calms and fog of war recedes..., we see the sweet smiles of children on slides once mounted with deadly rockets
The beginning of the end nigh for putrid foes brief plundering occupation
Raise the Jack and the Union flies once more over the bloodied lands of a costly liberation
And the dead lay silent in testimony to human failures..., once more
Bastardised Bard is all...,
KK2016
400 years since his death...,
23rd April 1616
Poet, wordsmith; he sayeth
To be or not to be; Caesar-
Julius and Macbeth, sweet
Yorath..., my kingdom for a horse,
Once more into the breach...
Bastardised?
Not I sir, for I am from sound stock
Be off with your foul head..., slanderous guttersnipe!
So it is to war we default at times of anxiety and to sacrifice our treasured youth..., once more to our shameful pity...
......
Strewth!
And did we not stand before thee and warrant awe?
For we smelled tyranny and corrupted blood from our green fielded lands afar...
....
Battalions of our bravest Spartan kith and kin,
A
Vanguard led by truest warrior upon a winged steed
The foot soldiers from skies to win,
By vilest urge beset by whip and carrot..., on through blood, guts; hue and din,
To
Oust thee despots and dictators by rapiers and scything shrapnel; lobbed from growling Red Devils
As the tempest calms and fog of war recedes..., we see the sweet smiles of children on slides once mounted with deadly rockets
The beginning of the end nigh for putrid foes brief plundering occupation
Raise the Jack and the Union flies once more over the bloodied lands of a costly liberation
And the dead lay silent in testimony to human failures..., once more
Bastardised Bard is all...,
KK2016
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