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The Daily Poetry Movement

Edward Bond, is a peice de la resistance. I mean he tells it like it is without flinching, he attacks the pandering and lobbying of academie towards their masters and the paycheck that holds our knowledge enslaved to propaganda. It is sick to see how they have rewritten and rewritten our histories until it is unrecognizable. I will start soon on the history of our anarchist/socialist roots and how we got these famous distractions and mass slaughters of the poor in the twentieth century. Poor darlings, when will we say NO? I refuse! I resist! I recycle!
First World War Poets
By Edward Bond

You went to the front like sheep
And bleated at the pity of it
In academies that smell of abattoirs
Your poems are still studied

You turn the earth to mud
Yet you complain you drown in it
Your generals were dug in at the rear
Degenerates drunk on brandy and prayer
You saw the front- and only bleated
The pity!

You survived
Did you burn your generals houses?
Loot the new millionaires?
No, you found new excuses
You'd lost an arm or your legs
You sat by the empty fire
And hummed music hall songs

When did your generals send you away to die?
They saw a Great War coming
Between masters and workers
In their own land
So they herded you over cliffs to be rid of you
How they hated you while you lived!
How they wept over you once you were dead!

What did you fight for?
A new world?
No-an old world already in ruins!
Your children?
Millions of children died
Because you fought for your enemies
And not against them!

We will not forget!
We will not forgive!

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I found this poem in I HAVE NO GUN BUT I CAN SPIT: An anthology of Satirical and Abusive Verse
Edited by Kenneth Baker. While the book is copywrited to him and so no part of this book should be copied without permission all poems are the work of poets and therefore they may be able to be circulated upon permission. Also proper tea is theft. So steal. Ohh my god did I take that idea from somebody without paying Monsanto for my gene pool? Uggh, what did I mean to say? Probably something else by Edward Bond...
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A poem by the English playwright, Edward Bond

On Our Modern World

It is a matter of interest to see
How long it is before new inventions
Are put to old uses

Electricity is sent through electrodes
Clipped to the body
Men dangled from helicopters on a rope
By college graduates
Medical syringes used in murder
Men dragged at the back of a car
As Achilles dragged Hector round Troy
But Hector was dead
Power drills have efficiently incapacitated
Blow lamps have stripped skin not paint
Flood lamps illumined
What men should shudder to see by day
I speak only of tools of peace
Not weapons of war

This has nothing to do with you surely

But your mind is full of modern knowledge
How is it used
In our modern world?