Brixton Jail, 1918

by Mererid Hopwood


Brixton Jail, 1918

A letter from Bertrand Russell

 

Dear Comrade,

 

“Agnostic is hard to spell,”
 

the prison warder sighed and wrote it out,

and said I’d find, once locked within my cell,

that all the Gods are one without a doubt;

not strange that my despicable offence

should echo then the Sermon on the Mount,

defying logic, cheating common sense

and telling there’s a different way to count;
 

but odd that, quite unlike the furious crowd

with all their godly prayers, when battle’s done

I still believe that millions in their shroud
 

can only count if listed one by one;
 

the only Mathematics fit for Wars
 

knows no gain just loss,

 

Fraternally Yours.