In the museum I work at, I found some great poetry written during WWII by an Albertan woman named Bertha L. Stone, schoolteacher & newspaper editor. Exerpts:
Inconsistency, 1939
Millions of dollars for war machines,
For hangars and ramps and submarines;
For caps and braid and army boots,
For swagger sticks and service suits;
For howitzers and tommy guns,
For screaming bombs by tons and tons.
But, how many dollars for irrigation
On lands that lack precipitation
How many dollars for education
To spread Good Will to every nation
Heaven grant the day be not too far
When we learn what awful fools we are.
This Rationing, 1942-1945
Don't fret about this Rationing.
You won't- if you are wise.
For every bit of Rationing's
A blessing in disguise.
Why cry for gas for motor cars,
Or beer for other motives,
When cars and bars leave fewer scars
By rationing these explosives.
Inconsistency, 1939
Millions of dollars for war machines,
For hangars and ramps and submarines;
For caps and braid and army boots,
For swagger sticks and service suits;
For howitzers and tommy guns,
For screaming bombs by tons and tons.
But, how many dollars for irrigation
On lands that lack precipitation
How many dollars for education
To spread Good Will to every nation
Heaven grant the day be not too far
When we learn what awful fools we are.
This Rationing, 1942-1945
Don't fret about this Rationing.
You won't- if you are wise.
For every bit of Rationing's
A blessing in disguise.
Why cry for gas for motor cars,
Or beer for other motives,
When cars and bars leave fewer scars
By rationing these explosives.
