I Didn't Want To Die - Not

And The Wind Upon Its Way Whispered The Boughs Of May, And Touched The Nodding Peony Flowers To Bid Them Waken.

You Smug-faced Crowds With Kindling Eye Who Cheer When Soldier Lads March By, Sneak Home And Pray You'll Never Know The Hell Where Youth And Laughter Go.

Man, It Seemed, Had Been Created To Jab The Life Out Of Germans.

The Visionless Officialized Fatuitythat Once Kept Europe Safe For Perpetuity.

Life For The Majority Of The Population. Is An Unlovely Struggle Against Unfair Odds. Culminating In A Cheap Funeral.