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GLORY OF WOMEN You love us when we're heroes, home on leave, Or wounded in a mentionable place. GLORY OF WOMEN YOU LOVE US WHEN WE'RE HEROES HOME ON LEAVE OR WOUNDED IN A MENTIONABLE PLACE
h trick And lie, you wangled home. And here you are, Still talking big and boozing in a bar. THE FATHERS Snug at the club two fathers sat, Gross, goggle-eyed, and full of chat. One of them said; "My eldest lad Writes cheery letters from Bagdad. But Arthur's getting all the fun At Arras with his nine-inch gun." "Yes," wheezed the other, "that's the luck! My boy's quite broken-hearted, stuck In England training all this year. Still, if there's truth in what we hear, The Huns intend to ask for more Before they bolt across the Rhine." I watched them toddle through the door-- These impotent old friends of mine. "BLIGHTERS" The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin And cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks Of harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din; "We're sure the Kaiser loves the dear old Tanks!" I'd like to see a Tank come down the stalls, Lurching to rag-time tunes, or "Home, sweet Home,"-- And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.  SECTION THIRTY SIX OF THE WAR POEMS OF SIGHFRID SASSOON BY SIGSOON READ FOR LIBERVOX DATOR BY MARK HISSOHN
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