despite all our best laid plans war and starvation curse these lands
would today’s youth rush to slosh into war against the Boche?
these doldrums are such a bore - what we need’s another war!
greed and sadness, war and strife, are the Ynki way of life
whorphan rests, at no-man's landing, while the straights with white-tops load; there he sits, a loathsome damn thing, knows not friend nor warm abode