Axis & Allies - damowords

Vengeance!
Tis said in the night all the cats are grey,
Suspicion rests on all but his closest,
The ʹcoupʹ fizzling to naught by close of day,
A circle of usurping now deprest;
ʺI am OK!ʺ
Grateful Volk hears the voice,
ʺProvidence has displayʹd my destiny her choice...ʺ
Financiers of treachery,
Self‐made victims of the plot,
Von Stauffenburg dealt with quickly
For defying the despot,
ʺLong live our sacred Germany!ʺ
Proud stature as heʹs shot,
I wish you could have seen his death‐pale face,
Twas free of doubt, weightless & full of grace.
Tied to a blood‐stained wooden rack
Sorrowful Stulpnafel
Screamed as the crack cut cross his back,
“No more!” the bull‐whip fell,
“Give me a name you filthy hund,” a whisper, “Herr Rommel…”
Berlin
August
1944
Soldier’s Homecoming
The soldier may be taken from the war
But the war will never leave the soldier,
Into Rosegrove the train roll’d as a door
Flung ope, there stood worm‐eyed Tommy Sumner;
His only leg
Stept onto the platform,
He paus’d, roll’d up a fag & hobblʹd his way home.
He was a simple, honest man
Pluckt from streets ordinary,
Serving out the ferocious span
That was his ‘Tour of Duty,’
But home was where the hate began,
Twas alien contree ‐
The fate of Western civilisation
Depends on spam, suet, jam & bacon.
Tommy carried little Lucy
To bed & said, ʺGoodnight...ʺ
ʺGoodnight,ʺ said she, innocently,
ʺWhy do we have to fightʺ
ʺTo save the world from one bad man, now sleep or he might bite!ʺ
Burnley
August
1944