Cannon-Fodder From Your Tummy

Curator's note: The text on this poster comes from Bertholt Brecht's "The Ballade of Paragraph 218" (1929) “Please, doctor. I’ve missed my monthly...” Why, this is simply great! If I may put it bluntly You’re raising our birthrate. “Please, doctor, now we’re homeless...” But you’ll have a bed somewhere So best put your feet up, moan less And force yourself to grin and bear. You’ll make a simply splendid little mummy Producing cannon-fodder from your tummy That’s what your body’s for, and you know it, What’s more And it’s laid down by law And now get this straight: You’ll soon be a mother, just wait. Source: http://en.muvs.org/topic/bertolt-brecht-the-ballade-of-paragraph-218-192...