A Tale of Dresden

The bombs fell down on Dresden
And so many other annihilated German cities:
Hamburg and Kiel and Pforzheim...
I could go on and on...
Hundreds of thousands died
In agony and terror and fire-bomb flames;
Burnt to a crisp, fried in their own fat.

And the world does not forget.
Instead, the victors celebrate the deaths
Of countless innocent women and children
By building statues and giving tinny medals
To the cowards who committed these monstrous crimes.
So, go and get fucked, RAF Bomber Command and the USAAF,
I urinate prolifically on your heroic graves
(metaphorically of course, 'twould be unhygienic otherwise).

About This Poem

Last Few Words: The Brits moan on and on about the Blitz whilst conveniently forgetting what Britain did to Germany. And the Americans shut their eyes to the world's number 1 war crimes: Hiroshima and Nagasaki (150,000 killed instantly and untold thousands in agony in subsequent months and years). And don't anyone start rabbitting on about all's fair in wartime - think of Auschwitz before adopting that line of defence;

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Direction: How was my language use?
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: London, Culture Capital of the World

Favorite Poets: Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, Rupert Brooke, Chaucer, Shakespeare to name but a few. And VERY IMPORTANTLY: Erich Fried, a leftwing Austrian of Jewish ancestry who fled the Nazis and became a British citizen in 1949., And, other writers (non-poets mainly): Raymond Chandler, Irvine Welsh, Anthony Burgess, Graham Greene, Charles Bukowski, John le Carré, Anthony Horowitz, Mick Herron, Margaret Attwood, Edna O'Brian, Maeve Binchy., Writers who I find vastly over-rated: TS Eliot, Virgina Woolf, Sylvia Plath, Phil Larkin, E.A. Poe, A. Ginsburg, Longfellow, Gerald Manley Hopkins (actually I LOATHE Hopkins more than damson-dappled words can say).