Anti War Poem: You remember jam?

Another short poem, exploring my home made boom tube.

Transcript

You remember jam?

Though the poor are poorer

And the rich are richer

There is no ditch of war

To take us from our dreaming bed:

Tomorrow lavish in that marvellous spread.

You remember jam?

Thick and sweet and strawberry red

And spread over doorsteps of bread

When the poor were poor

And the rich were rich

And we slept in their ditch of war

Forever

Dreaming of jam and its jamboree

For we’d all be free

To eat jam tomorrow.

You remember tomorrow?

Thick and sweet and strawberry red

And spread over the stones of our dead

As it ran from the ditches of war

With promises that the poor

Would be poor no more

And we’d be free

To eat jam tomorrow.

You will remember the rich:

Thick with our tomorrows in their reserve,

Our blood as dark as their strawberry conserve,

Richer from their ditch of war on the poor

As they dig more ditches for our jam tomorrow.