English poem
August 1918
Haig is moving! Three plain words are all that matter, Mid the gossip and the chatter, Hopes in speeches, fears in papers, Pessimistic froth and vapours-- Haig is moving!
Haig is moving! We can turn from German scheming, From humanitarian dreaming, From assertions, contradictions, Twisted facts and solemn fictions-- Haig is moving!
Haig is moving! All the weary idle phrases, Empty blamings, empty praises, Here's an end to their recital, There is only one thing vital-- Haig is moving!
Haig is moving! He is moving, he is gaining, And the whole hushed world is straining, Straining, yearning, for the vision Of the doom and the decision-- Haig is moving!