Thomas Evan Nicholas (6 October 1879 – 19 April 1971), who used the bardic name "Niclas y Glais"
And when you pray and pray I cannot listen,
Your silky hands, so steeped in blood, I dread,
From holy altar's, easeful shade I hasten
When on the upward steps I hear your tread.
You dress your mealy words in subtle clothing,
You bless the dogs of war with priestly cant,
I loathe you with an everlasting loathing,
Arch-hypocrite and royal sycophant.
Humanity in need can wait no longer,
And you like foolish mummer on bent knee –
The blood and fat of ox won't feed my hunger –
While untold corpses litter hill and lea.
Your paws are red with blood, you fleshy knave,
Who panting runs with beast of primal cave.
Nicholas of Glais, one of the sonnets written while he was in Swansea and Brixton prisons for his anti-war activities.
THE STORY OF NICLAS Y GLAIS OPPOSITION TO THE FIRST WORLD WAR