Johanna Faust, a mixed race Jew, prefers to publish pseudonymously. She is committed: first, to preventing war, ecological disaster, and nuclear apocalypse; last to not only fighting for personal privacy & the freedom of information, but, by representing herself as a soldier in that fight, to exhorting others to do the same. She is a poet, always. All these efforts find representation here: "ah, Mephistophelis" is so named after the last line of Christopher Marlowe's Dr. Faustus, whose heretical success flouted the censor for a time.

M.W.K.P.A | "Fighting for Strangers" performed by Steeleye Span

Music What Kicketh Political Ass presents
as a message of particular import to young men at this time

Fighting for Strangers
                                                                       as performed by Steeleye Span


What makes you go away, fighting for strangers,
when you could be save at home, free from all dangers?

A recruiting sergeant marched our way,
to an inn nearby at the break of day.
He said: "Young Johnny you're a fine young man,
would you like to march along behind a military band,
with a scarlet coat, a big cocked hat
& a musket at your shoulder?"
A shilling he took & he kissed the book,
Oh Johnny, what will happen to ya?

The recruiting sergeant marched away,
from the inn nearby at the break of day.
Johnny went too, with half a ring,
he was off to be a soldier, he'd be fighting for the king,
in a far off war, in a far off land,
to face a foreign soldier.
But how will you fare when there's lead in the air?
Oh poor Johnny, what will happen to ya?

Well the sun shone high on a barren land
as the thin red line took a military stand.
There was sling shot, chain shot, grape shot too,
swords & bayonets thrusting through.
Poor Johnny fell, but the day was won,
& the King is grateful to ya;
your soldiering's done & we're sending you home.
Oh poor Johnny, what have they done to ya?

They said he was a hero & not to grieve
over two wooden legs & an empty sleeve.
Well they carried him home & they set him down
with a military pension & a medal from the crown. 
Well, you haven't an arm, you haven't a leg,
& the enemy nearly slew ya;
You'll have to go out on the streets to beg;
Oh Johnny what have they done to ya?

Textual background here
Listen to the song (courtesy of Grooveshark):
                  Fighting For Strangers by Steeleye Span on Grooveshark 

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