This poem is by John Tomlinson from Australia:
I’m old enough to remember when a rendition was the singing of a song
and old enough to remember when we knew right from wrong
when clusters referred to gems not bombs
when the Bushes were places that birds hid in
when collateral damage meant you’d lost assets
when civilian casualities caused concern
when daisy cutters were used to mow meadows
when climate change meant it might rain
when we paid countries for their oil rather than invading
and I’m young enough to remember that those were better days.
While one should not look at the past with rose coloured glasses, as happens in the last line here, the poem’s point about the corruption of language is very valid.