Remembrance

poppies

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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