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The War poets' warning
died on those scourged red earth
such waste of integrity and intrinsic worth.
From the Menin gate to the ground at Ypres
Flanders is yesterday’s pool of bad water.
we have not known
what it is like to suffer an army of occupation.
Along our busy high streets reciprocity
casts a pale glow over anxious worries,
now we have a new worry.
Earth has the power to regenerate
but we have the power to destroy
if the scales are tipped.
War Poets knew about inhumanity and
Today all is building up a nest of chemical hornets
ready to tear the planet apart
and poppy fields will seem like paradise.