Arms and the Man
- It gives me pleasure, underneath
- this heading, to present a prize
- to you, Sir Worldly Wisdom-Teeth,
- for Services to Enterprise
- You've often praised the soldier's creed
- because of its ability
- to crush the forces that impede
- political stability.
- In global commerce you maintain
- the scope of Mephistopheles
- and feed directly from the vein
- as sweetly as anopheles
- until replete with interest,
- in your black BMW
- encapsulated and caressed.
- No doubts or debits trouble you
- but (though compassion's not what you'd
- invest your reputation in)
- you're sometimes in the giving mood,
- and send a small donation in.
- The damaged and untimely dead
- you keep the windows shuttered on
- while grafting for your daily bread.
You know which side it's buttered on.
© Brian Fewster,
Published in Poetry From The Spinning Room, 1999
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