As is becoming traditional for Remembrance Day...

[oursin]

A poem. By a completely unknown poet, about forgotten victims:

‘Scrapped: The Women Munition Workers of Britain, Before and After November 1918', by F W Stella Browne, published in The Call (published by the British Socialist Party)

You have done well: To you we owe our lives
Our soldiers’ glory, and our prosperous days.
Handmaids of Vulcan, sisters, heroes’ wives!
Our thanks shall match our praise.

Well--as you see--inevitable quite,
--(’Though very, very sad, of course, indeed!)--
The world is ours! We’ve won our War for Right!
Now, women, you can go! You’ve served our Need!

Comments

[wolfinthewood.livejournal.com]

Thanks for this.