Poem of the day
You told me, in your drunken-boasting
How once you butchered prisoners. That
I'm sure you felt no pity while they stood
Patient and cowed and scared, as
How did you do them in? Come, don't
You know I love to hear how Germans die,
Downstairs in dug-outs. "Camerad!"
Then squeal like stoats when bombs
begin to fly.
And you? I know your record. You
When orders looked unwholesome:
then, with trick
And lie, you wangled home. And here
Still talking big and boozing in a bar.
Siegfried Sassoon (1917)
This poem was censored during the First World War