Crime of the Century
Princip shook, he sweated, he steadied, he aimed, he fired, he fired again and then he ran, he ran, he ran.
For now he was, the most wanted man.The bullets pierced, Franz fell, Sophie slumped cradled unborn child her swelléd bump. Screams rang out across the World, with shouts and cries, flags unfurled.
And then the lie, cried Owen-“Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”. A call to arms, Pro patria mori, Pro patria mori. To death and then remembered glory.
Die for your country in this corner of a foreign field of rats and lice, mud and gas, eight million dead, what a price! More wounded still, more men than mice.
The crime took place one summer’s day; Princip shook, he sweated, he steadied, he aimed, he fired, he fired again and then he ran, he ran, he ran. He was the most wanted, now forgotten man.
Lisa Climie 2012
