When I remember plain heroic strength <br />And shining virtue shown by Ypres pools, <br />Then read the blither written by knaves for fools <br />In praise of English soldiers lying at length, <br />Who purely dream what England shall be made <br />Gloriously new, free of the old stains <br />By us, who pay the price that must be paid, <br />Will freeze all winter over Ypres plains. <br />Our silly dreams of peace you put aside <br />And Brotherhood of man, for you will see <br />An armed Mistress, braggart of the tide <br />Her children slaves, under your mastery. <br />We'll have a word there too, and forge a knife, <br />Will cut the cancer threatens England's life. <br />Ypres Pools - - - Mid holes on the battlefield at Ypres<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-prussians-of-england/
