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