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Another recollection of words written some years ago.

 Another of Sandra's poems from some years ago. “Perfidy” You who spoke with twisted tongue, You who Glory's emblem hung Above the world to mask your lie And doomed the innocent to die. You who told them victory Would bring them strength and unity. How dared you dignify a war? You whose hand was but a claw, Talons grasping. Power lust Crushed their hope and faith to dust. You their honour so defiled When to the human race you lied.

A recollection of words written some years ago.

My wife Sandra, (Facebook page Sandra Yates), has for some years been writing poetry as a hobby. She has recently become interested in politics, and has joined the Labour party. During the Labour party conference, the issue of, “pressing the button” arose which generated a great deal of comment in the media and amongst members of the party. It also caused Sandra to recall a poem which she had written some 25 years ago. This is it. “Desolation” The grass is white: In England The cattle graze no more In once luxuriant pastures Enjoyed by them before. The trees are bare: In England The birds no longer rest Within once laden branches So safely in their nest. There is silence now: In England No children's voices bring To once vivacious playgrounds A happy, lively ring. What happened to the grass and trees? What hushed the child at play? What happened to the cows and birds, What made them die away? Well, a finger pressed the button Meant only for ...