they never leave you
the screams of brothers in arms
they never leave you
their bloody tortured bodies
in fields of blood and mud
nor hedgerow thorn ripped guts
where swollen bodies burst and stink
beside tank track flattened souls
eyes that stare in deaths peril
or the blood on your hands
but today they ask us to dress
to stand tall in memory
and show to you medals
our brothers won for you
paying dearly with their lives
stand tall and never forget
the unforgettable
sarcastically acknowledge
their hope for a world peace
which never comes
stand tall, for once we were
young and fit and able bodied
we, the survivors
your token that we won
only to watch society move along
no, they never leave you
though sat in an easy chair of age
custard creams and teacups
blazers and medals but
torn bodies lie screaming
in my mind
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Nov 11th is anniversary of the end of WW1 - The Great War - and a time when we remember those who lost their lives in conflict of wars. I have posted this before. Those old soldiers who march may well have these thoughts in mind as they respectfully do their duty of remeberance.
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Comments4
Very essential and crucial message you spoke
Irony lies when people think about peace by wars beside
To them why doesn’t all lives matter
I wish all could be loved and respected
Well crafted dear poet
A sensitive write dusk.
Fine words d a, we should remember them.
Andy
Linger not, stranger; shed no tear.
Go back to those who sent us here.
We are the young they drafted out
To wars their folly brought about.
Go tell those old men, safe in bed,
We took their orders and are dead.
A.D. Hope: Inscription for War
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