Freely to own, is thrilling.
But when your pages, shrunken through the scare
Of that worst blow of all, a paper famine,
Dispense exclusively Bellona's fare,
And, failing battle tales, you simply cram in
Facts about spies, commodities and prices,
I writhe beneath this crisis.
I can support the other pains of war:
Transport disorganised and credit shaken,
The fear of hunger knocking at the door,