Dulce et Decorum Est Pro Patricii Mori

Once more remembering our fallen best,
We gather round this solemn cenotaph.
They knew their place; unlike today's riff-raff,
Those sterling chaps obeyed without protest.
In Flanders fields they take their well-earned rest,
Unchivvied by the pension bureau's staff;
God grant their spirits peace, until they have
To be exhumed each year at our behest.

With discipline so lacking here today
Among our pampered plebs and noisy proles,
Two minutes out of this November morn
Seems quite a reasonable price to pay
For these fine fleshly drones, whose brave young souls
Are modelling for our nostalgia porn.

Bungo Blighty