Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Wootton Bassett

by Peter Taylor

A one-armed man is clapping against his thigh
Underneath a purple-clouded burgundy sky.
The hearses move in convoy past passers-by,
Young men sent to a pointless war to die.
 
But they bought into the official lie,
Too indoctrinated to ask the politicians why,
Veterans line up in blazer, shirt and tie;
They salute the dead and so do I.

Added: 24.03.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

07.05.2010

thought provoking poem

30.05.2010

It's good but would be really good if it was a bit longer.

07.06.2010

Wonderful, enjoyed every word.

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