A wonderful poem for Remembrance Sunday by Sue Vincent… Waste #We will remember them..
Trampled where they fell, the dead and dying,
Mud and blood tainting each final breath,
Their cries unheard, unheeded by the guns,
Made one with sacred earth blasphemed by death.
Shells crack and cackle, ‘necessary evil’,
A whispered ‘Mother!’ lost amid the noise
Of killing to survive another day;
A band of warriors no more than boys.
All honour crushed beneath a kinsman’s boot,
And tales of glory seen to be a lie
By children sent to fight in Flanders’ fields
As cannon-fodder, doomed to kill or die.
What a wonderful, sad poem. We must remember them. We must write poems and books about them. We must not let them be forgotten.
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It is, and a day for remembering all the young people of every nation.. not just our own.. hugs ♥
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Let the despots and politicians fight each not the cream of youth, or their more mature brothers. May they rest in peace, and never be forgotten. A heart-rending poem. x.
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Absolutely Joy… could not agree more..hugsx
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It is heart-breaking. There has to be a different solution than war.
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There should be.. and I am sure that you feel that along with every mother of someone serving in the military, combined with great pride. xx
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Eloquently written about a heart wrenching remembrance 😦 xxx
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It is.. hugsxx♥
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