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| Category: || Biographical Poetry |
Posted:|| April 6, 2020 Views: 18|
a surprise my mum never forgot!
"Hymn Singing in England!!"
The Sally Army came to visit..
The thin, frightened Austrian girls or anyway
They said they were Austrian
Every kind of Czecho-Slovak you can think of
If you get my meaning
Were invited to prayer
Now every Mainland European knows
Austrians are loyal
And the Roman Empire still snores in their bellies
So the Sally Army invited them to prayer
Now the British Isles to every European
Is that spot somewhere past
Past where the civilisation of the mainland ended
A strange individual anarchy rules
Western barbarians who fight in their prayer.
Austrians live only to die
Others live to drink beer
Still others to make love
And that's the Axis for you
But Austrians live for the peace of death
And gently groan through each prayer
The Austrian transport
In Lancashire were summoned to prayer
By kindly Lancashire lasses and lads
In funny black Army uniforms
(the mother finds them all peculiar over here
why dress girls as brownshirts
the Nazis are back she deduces
but liked Lancashire no end
and was thrilled to find the first slave landed there)
donned their one and only jumper
to join the Army Hall
to see what they do over here
No english they knew
No tra la la they recognized
Or so they thought
Not a prayer they could answer
With a surprise in store
This definitely was not the Mass
Closing down or whatever
Curiosity strained now drained
A familiar song
A tune they all knew
......you want us to sing
It's just for us
is this their prayer
The words are strange
But we all know the tune
With one voice rising
Voices rose in praise
Why do they sing
Deutschland, Deutschland uber alles
When at their prayer...
I need to explain,
we are not flippant,
but we do not go to pieces
over dictators and border changes
as do you english
with your protective seas around you
and your cousins with oceans inbetween.
It comes up time and again
happens again and again
since time began.
Half of that part of our family disappeared
another half in Ks Lager
and mourn with too much celebration,
weep with drink covering the tears.
You are thankful you survived
you look to the future
At times see the funny sides,
then the proud moments,
and quietly speak of the unspeakable side
or keep them close in your heart.
there is my mum bottom left hand corner. My mum loved Lancashire people who called you 'duck' and 'luv' on the bus. She told us: we had a good sing-song and they even gave us sandwiches afterwards. This is what we loved about the English, they were so eccentric, lovingly eccentric. All that has gone, now that many of those in charge are no longer English. Since PM Major, nearly all our PM's have not been English really and the adherence to American culture drowned it all!
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