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Ben Whishaw - Inspection | Текст песни

Inspection

'You! What d'you mean by this?' I rapped.
'You dare come on parade like this?'
'Please, sir, it's-' ''Old yer mouth,'. the sergeant snapped.
'I takes 'is name, sir?' - 'Please, and then dismiss'.

Some days 'confined to camp' he got
For being 'dirty on parade'.
He told me afterwards, the damned spot
Was blood, his own. 'Well, blood is dirt', I said.

'Blood's dirt,' he laughed, looking away
Far off to where his wound had bled
And almost merged for ever into clay.
'The world is washing out its stains', he said.
'It doesn't like our cheeks so red.
Young blood's its great objection.
But when we're duly white-washed, being dead,
The race will bear Field-Marshal God's inspection.'

Wilfred Owen

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