"Blighters," Siegfried Sassoon

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'Blighters'

The House is crammed: tier beyond tier they grin

And cackle at the Show, while prancing ranks

Of harlots shrill the chorus, drunk with din;

'We're sure the Kaiser loves our dear old Tanks!'

I'd like to see a Tank come down the stalls,

Lurching to rag-time tunes, or 'Home, sweet Home',

And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls

To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.

–Siegfried Sassoon, The Old Huntsman and Other Poems, 1918