hm. it just dawned on me now that this one makes perfect sense when considered in the bounds of the warhammer 40k universe.Early one morning in the middle of the night,
two dead boys came out to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot each other.
The deaf policeman heard the noise,
he went and killed the two dead boys.
If you believe this lie is true,
just ask the blindman, he saw it too.
And as for nationalist poems ... here's one about the Royal Newfoundland Regiment (aka: The Blue Puttees) which was essentially wiped out in the first world war. It's a song called "The Recruiting Seargent" by a Newfoundland band called Great Big Sea.John Donne said:Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
Here's a YouTube video:Great Big Sea said:Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB, (Church Lads Brigade)
For the sons of the merchants, to join the Blue Puttees
So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men...
Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
They crossed the broad Atlantic in the brave Florizel,
And on the sands of Suvla, they entered into hell
And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell...
Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
CHORUS:
So it's over the mountains, and over the sea
Come brave Newfoundlanders and join the Blue Puttees
You'll fight the Hun in Flanders, and at Galipoli
Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
The call came from London, for the last July drive
\"To the trenches with the regiment, prepare yourselves to die\"
The roll call next morning, just a handful survived.
Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
CHORUS
The stone men on Water Street still cry for the day
When the pride of the city went marching away
A thousand men slaughtered, to hear the King say
Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
CHORUS (x2)
Enlist ye Newfoundlanders and come follow me
love dis poemcartoon physics 101
John McCrae said:
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.