Yeah, sometimes I get maudlin about human nature. Can you blame me?


Flanders Fields:
The True Story

being a parody of the original poem,
edited to account for human nature,

by Damon Harper.

In Flanders fields the poppies grow
In rotting corpses, row on row.
          They mark our place, and where we lie,
          For rot the creeping slime-moulds vie
With tunn'ling earthworms from below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We killed, were killed, saw flames below;
          We writhed in pain, and now we lie,
          In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
Be sure to fill his heart with woe.
          With his cruel hand he took our lives,
          So torture him, gouge out his eyes;
And make the land a barren bowl
          Like Flanders fields.


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