I spoke last night at a demonstration outside the Ministry of Defence organised by Stop the War Coalition to protest about the arrest of Corporal Joe Glenton for speaking out against the war several weeks ago at the anti-war rally in London. Peter Tatchell was also there and we were the only political party represented.
We were photographed wearing gags, to mark the fact that Joe Glenton had been silenced. We heard later that students from Essex University were protesting outside his prison in Colchester. I read the statement from Caroline Lucas which I posted on Wednesday and also an anti-war poem. I described this as being particularly apt, as the day before had been Armistice Day and we were within feet of the cenotaph. The war poets of World War I, who are now regarded as heroes and literary giants. were threatened with being pronounced 'insane' or being shot in their day for speaking out agains the madness of the war - just as Joe Glenton is being punished now. It was also appropriate to be outside the MOD on the day that the press broke the news about large bonuses for senior civil servants there, when squaddies in Afghanistan are lucky to earn a low wage. The poem I read is below. It is as true today as when it was written early in the last century.
We were photographed wearing gags, to mark the fact that Joe Glenton had been silenced. We heard later that students from Essex University were protesting outside his prison in Colchester. I read the statement from Caroline Lucas which I posted on Wednesday and also an anti-war poem. I described this as being particularly apt, as the day before had been Armistice Day and we were within feet of the cenotaph. The war poets of World War I, who are now regarded as heroes and literary giants. were threatened with being pronounced 'insane' or being shot in their day for speaking out agains the madness of the war - just as Joe Glenton is being punished now. It was also appropriate to be outside the MOD on the day that the press broke the news about large bonuses for senior civil servants there, when squaddies in Afghanistan are lucky to earn a low wage. The poem I read is below. It is as true today as when it was written early in the last century.
The Two Sides of War
All wars are planned by older men
In council rooms apart
Who call for greater armament
and map the battle chart
But out along the shattered field
Where golden dreams turn gray
How very young the faces were
Where all the dead men lay
Portly and solemn in their pride
The elders cast their vote
For this, or that or something else
Which sounds the martial note
But where their sighless eyes stare out
Beyond life's vanished toys
I've noticed nearly all the dead
Are hardly more than boys
Grantland Rice
The poet served in World War I and knew something of which he wrote, unlike the government ministers and senior civil servants to despatch young men to their deaths without a second thought.
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