Analysis of Enemy Conscript
What are we fighting for,
We fellows who go to war?
fighting for Freedom's sake!
(You give me the belly-ache.)
Freedom to starve or slave!
Freedom! aye, in the grave.
Fighting for "hearth and home,"
Who haven't an inch of loam?
Hearth? Why even a byre
Can only be ours for hire.
Dying for future peace?
Killing that killing cease?
To hell with such tripe, I say.
"Sufficient unto the day."
It isn't much fun being dead.
Better to le in bed,
Cuddle up to the wife,
Making, not taking life.
To the corpse that stinks in the clay,
Does it matter who wins the day?
What odds if tyrants reign?
They can't put irons on the brain.
One always can eat one's grub,
Smoke and drink in a pub.
There's happiness in a glass,
A pipe and the kiss of a lass.
It's the best we get anyhow,
In the life we are living now.
Who's wanting a hero's fate?
To the dead cheers come too late.
Flesh is softer than steel;
Wounds are weary to heal.
In the maniac hell of the fray
Who is there dares to say?
"Hate will be vanquished by Love;
God's in His Heaven above."
When those who govern us lead
The lads they command to bleed;
When rulers march at the head,
And statesmen fall with the dead;
When Kings leap into the fray,
Fight in the old-time way,
Perish beside their men,
Maybe, O maybe then
War will be part of the past,
Peace will triumph at last.
Meantime such lads as I,
Who wouldn't have harmed a fly,
Have got to get out and kill
Lads whom we bear no ill;
As simple as we, no doubt,
Who seek what it's all about;
Who die in defence of - what?
Homes that they haven't got;
Who perish when all they ask
is to finish the daily task;
Make bread for the little ones,
Not feed the greed of the guns,
When fields of battle are red,
And diplomats die in bed.
Scheme | AABBCCDDAXEEFF GGHHFFIIJJKKLL MMNNFFOO GXGGFFPPQQ RRSSTTXXUUVVGG |
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Poetic Form | Etheree (30%) |
Metre | 111101 1101111 101101 1110101 101111 101001 101101 1101111 111001 110110110 101101 101101 1111111 0101001 11011101 101001 101101 101101 10111001 11101101 111101 11110101 111111 101001 1100001 01001101 1011110 00111101 1100101 1011111 111011 111011 00101101 111111 1111011 1011001 1111011 0110111 1101101 0101101 1110101 100111 100111 101101 1111101 111011 11111 1101101 1111101 111111 1101111 1111101 1100111 111101 1101111 11100101 1110101 1101101 1111011 010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,682 |
Words | 347 |
Sentences | 30 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 14, 14, 8, 10, 14 |
Lines Amount | 60 |
Letters per line (avg) | 22 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 262 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 68 |
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Submitted on May 13, 2011
Modified on March 05, 2023
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