Your Country Needs You Poem by Sheena Blackhall

The men in civvies with the passive voices
Timorous clerks, conshies with attitude
Soldiers with livid scars and narrow choices
Whores who trade in lust, thrusting and crude

A poster of a German painted villainous
War veteran with a begging bowl, a cripple
A politician devious and crass
A furious flag blown on a windy steeple

Medical staff defusing any fuss
A plough horse shackled to an army gun
Upper crust majors, born to lead and cuss
Welded together, pledged to beat the Hun