If we had taken words exchanged as read
Passed on (as if) in secret to secure
A multitude or more would be as dead
As Brothers, Sons and Daughters gone before
By subterfuge they played an evil game
Through use of words insidious to creep
So many lives were lost believing same
Resulting in our Nation left to weep
Twixt variations on a theme not played
Didst ‘Elgar’ hide dark news which time portends
At Bletchley Park great minds were thus engaged
In solving the ‘Enigma’ of his friends
By painting fourteen portraits to inform
Per chanced saved land of ‘Bard’ in sonnet form