Anthem for Lost Youth

Not, perhaps, as eloquent as Owen or Sassoon, or any of the numberless poets slaughtered where poppies grow, or shot out of the air over Berlin, or Hamburg, or the factory towns of the Ruhr, or those manuring French and Dutch beaches, but not the less effective in saying 'fuck you' to those who believe we are just the raw material of manure.

Fuck you, and fuck you we will. The time is coming.