Many years ago I studied the poem, ‘Icarus Allsorts’ by Roger McGough, as part of the war poems series my year group had to learn for a ‘major’ exam. I learned it by heart at the time. I think his poem is as valid today as it ever was although, back then, the preoccupation with impending nuclear war felt like a creepy necessity; a scary dystopia we more than imagined we had every chance of being part of sooner rather than later.
The last song, alphabetically, on my I-pod play list, as requested by Twindaddy, made me recollect this poem. It is ’99 Red Balloons’ by Goldfinger.