All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the sensual man-in-the-street And the lie of Authority Whose buildings grope the sky: There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police; We must love one another or die.
....but mostly I agree with that old joke...
Q. Where are the great poets of WWII?
A. They died in Spain.
Joanna