Dulce Mendacium

Remember
The forgotten
Fallen soldier
Who warned you of lies
Wrapped in glory.
In patriotism.

Remember he
Who warned against
Following the beat
Of an empty
Drum,
Sounded by those
Who risk nothing
To bewitch the ears of those
Who risk all.

And when,
Like the poet, you
Watch your fellows
Guttering
Choking
Drowning

The realisation
Too late –
Might arise:
Naivety
Manipulation.
You were found mouthing empty aphorisms
Devoid of meaning
Full of empty
Those moving mandibles –
The profundity of
A marionette.

Dulce et decorum est
Was the song that led men
To their extinction
Then.

The words have changed
But refrain of mendacious
Plays on.

(for Wilfred Owen 1893 – 1918)

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