It’s ‘plebeians,’ Jon! 🙂

Heh! No, it’s a satire I wrote, based on a famous poem by Wilfred Owen, one of the great British poets of WWI, Dulce et Decorum est. Here is the last stanza of Owen’s poem, which is about his reaction to seeing someone fall victim to a poison gas attack:

If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin,
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.