As it is November, and I'm worried that I won't be able to add a little something about this next week, I'm writing early.
The second Sunday of November is what we call Remembrance Sunday in the United Kingdom. It's quite a special event really, and is marked with ceremonies, thankfulness, documentaries and reminders of how short life is, and how we really should be more aware of just how precious life is. We remember those who have died in service to our country.
|A Canadian man wearing a poppy|
by Hobvias Sudoneighm
It's quite sad that even with Remembrance Day we still forget the human condition and join wars and send our servicemen and women.
Anyway, I'm adding a cynical but beautifully written poem by Jaques Prevert (1900-1977), a fantastic poet from the 20th Century to mark the occasion.
The Speech About Peace (Le discours sur la paix)
Near the end of a very important speech
The great statesman stumbling
Over a beautiful hollow phrase
And bewildered, with gaping mouth,
Shows his teeth
And the dental decay of his peaceful discourse
Lays bare the nerve of war
The delicate question of money