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Politicians

by Orrick Johns

0.0428 − 0.2151i

Drawing the boundary…

Does it Matter?

by Siegfried Sassoon

0.0350 − 0.2386i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Politicians

by Orrick Johns

De way dem fellers jaws
Of de State, an' Gawd, an' Laws,
Dey'd give ya room ta t'ink dey was de t'ree;
Ya'd say dere breath was legal,
An' dat dey was Gawd's own ekal,
An' dey wasn't born somehow like you an' me!

It's talk, talk, talk,
An' den dey walks de chalk,
But it's never quite de same as wot they do!
It's "feller men an' friends"—
But believe me, bo, dat ends!
When dey gits alone it's me a' pluckin' you!

When dem guys is on dere legs
Say, bo, dey'll walk on eggs—
Ya'd t'ink dere folks had growed 'em under glass!
But believe me, tain't de same
When dere back into de game —
It's grab de stuff, an' do it rough, an' don't let nuttin' pass!

It's talk, talk, talk,
An' den dey walks de chalk,
But it's never quite de same as wot they do!
It's "feller men an' friends"—
But believe me, bo, dat ends!
When dey gits alone it's me a' pluckin' you!

Say, let 'em t'row dat bluff
If dey ain't got cards enuff,
Let 'em shuffle Gawd an' glory in de pack!
If ya know, ya'll understand
Dat when any guy's a man —
Well, bo, dere ain't much change a'comin' back!

It's talk, talk, talk,
An' den dey walks de chalk,
But it's never quite de same as wot they do!
It's "feller men an' friends"—
But believe me, bo, dat ends!
When dey gits alone it's me a' pluckin' you!

Does it Matter?

by Siegfried Sassoon

Does it matter?—losing your legs?...
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you mind
When the others come in after football
To gobble their muffins and eggs.

Does it matter?—losing your sight?...
There's such splendid work for the blind;
And people will always be kind,
As you sit on the terrace remembering
And turning your face to the light.

Do they matter?—those dreams from the pit?...
You can drink and forget and be glad,
And people won't say that you're mad;
For they'll know that you've fought for your country,
And no one will worry a bit.

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