Next year we are to bring all the soldiers home
For lack of money, and it is all right.
Places they guarded, or kept orderly,
We want the money for ourselves at home
Instead of working. And this is all right.
It’s hard to say who wanted it to happen,
But now it’s been decided nobody minds.
The places are a long way off, not here,
Which is all right, and from what we hear
The soldiers there only made trouble happen.
Next year we shall be easier in our minds.
Next year we shall be living in a country
That brought its soldiers home for lack of money.
The statues will be standing in the same
Tree-muffled squares, and look nearly the same.
Our children will not know it’s a different country.
All we can hope to leave them now is money.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Alone by Sara Teasdale
- Master Valluvan, the long-misunderstood Tamil Mentor by T. Wignesan
- Владимир Маяковский – Не только для того, чтоб тебя накормить… (Главполитпросвет №2)
- The Stage Coach by William Barnes
- Владимир Британишский – Мы топор и лопату кладем про запас
- Race by Vasko Popa
- Laughter In The Senate by Sidney Lanier
- Sonnet Viii
- Back From Australia poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind by William Wordsworth
- The Sash by Sharon Olds
- Bertie the Goldfish by Ross D Tyler
- Strong Mercy by Rabindranath Tagore
- Василий Жуковский – Тоска по милом
- Valley-dawn by Sunil Sharma
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Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.