Poem 8 – Morte Nobilis

‘Bent double, like old beggars under sacks’

DULCE ET DECORUM EST Wilfred Owen

Morte Nobilis

Establishment is as establishment was, bent,
Control your freedoms and then tax you double,
Liberties are privileges given like,
Medals for surviving a war you did not choose, old,
Lies revamped for the next generation makes us all beggars,
Forever we remain shackled under,
The heavy weight of bureaucratic sacks.

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