We shall remember them

Isn’t that what they say?

Of those forever forgotten few

Names once so sharply etched

Now blurred in the mists of time

And stamped disconsolately

On a cold November morn.


Recent wars bring sharper focus

Minds afresh with modern news

No more a name, or a number

Multimedia provides a face too

Yet the clock ticks on and on and on

The reception shrinks and fades to grey

All that is left a smudge on time


Could it ever change, be different?

Could true meaning one day be found

To a senseless sacrifice

For the struggle of power

In the confusion of politic

Forcing us all to take a side

When your God is their God is our God after all.


©Mark Davoren 2016


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