With muffled drum
the drummer beats his requiem,
Whilst pipers play their mournful tune
In deep respect for one taken so soon,
As casket adorned in flowers bold
Try shielding the world from horrors untold,
A silent throng with heads solemnly bowed
Cast tears of regret on to sovereign ground,
Whilst women sob and grown men cry
As if a final lullaby.
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Author:
Mozzthe1 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this after coming home from work after having what I thought was a tough day, feeling a little sorry for myself. And as I watched the news a report came on about a young soldiers repatriation with a short film about his life with interviews with his family. I was so moved it made me feel ashamed about feeling sorry for myself, and it made me realise just how lucky I was to have my friends and family.
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Comments3
For me, you resurrect the echoes of the years over which we have failed to learn the futility of our involvement in overseas conflict.
Yes, bring me the uniform and arms to defend this land I love but present my uniform for overseas to the vacant arms of a politician.
Your words today both sensitive and for some, provocative.
Beautiful tribute...
A heart-moving tribute to those who risk their lives for others - - your words present the pain of lost youth so movingly and the read brought me to tears Mozz
Thank you Fay
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