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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #2017500
Do we really know what our servicemen and women are fighting for
Remembrance Day

I stood still to take a photograph
of all those headstones in the sun,
knowing those whose names were  there
were all some mothers sons.

I thought of all the bodies there,
decaying slowly over time
and wondered how it was
that one marker wasn’t mine
.
I escaped the battle horrors
but I remember most,
the neighbours who just vanished;
they became as ghosts.

Those ghosts come back to haunt me
now that I am old,
and I wonder who is yet to die,
as a soldier brave and bold.

There are no changes in our world
to make such sacrifice worthwhile,
and I wonder if we’re going
down life’s last lonely mile?

The principles they died for
are but thinly spread around,
while greed and self indulgence
in our society abound.

Are there people with the strength of will
to reverse the corporate greed?
and help the world find lasting peace
in this hour of desperate need.


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