Remember…
Poppies in fields
Bullet holes ripped through the world
Each one a screaming mouth
A protest to atrocities
A medal of the brave
The ranks of good people who fought to save
Who stood up to adversity
Bullet cases jettisoned in the heat of war
Now cool and buried under a civilian law
How easy it is to forget
To disrespect
That's why it's important to take a moment
A little time
To remember
Remember the fear
The hurt and the pain
The loss
The ones who gave with nothing to gain
The brave that endured
So that we could thrive and be free
A minutes silence for you and me
Echoes of explosions and gunfire for the ones that served
The quiet that can never be preserved
The silence never quenched when you witness people die
Your friends and colleagues
The good times and the highs
Shot down by treachery and lies
Conflict and denies
Trodden underfoot in demented trenches
Ripped overhead by barbed wire fences
Images of terror projected at your core
How do you quiet the spoils of war?
For the ones that served
One minute silence is the least that they deserve...
© Richard Withey. All rights reserved.
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