AS THE SMOKE CLEARS WE STAND ALONE BARELY 40 FROM 400 OF US REMAIN WE HAVE WON THE DAY VICTORY IS OURS
YET WHAT GLORY THIS? THAT LEAVES OUR BROTHERS DEAD AND DYING UPON THESE FIELDS WHAT HOLLOW PRIZE THAT WE ARE HAILED HEROES OF OUR LAND WHILE OUR FALLEN ARE LOST FOREVER
AND NOW YOU SLEEP SAFE IN YOUR BEDS AS HEROES GUARD THIS LAND HEROES WHO AT NIGHT RELIVE THE YEARS OF BATTLE THE UNTOLD HORRORS WE HAVE ENDURED CARNAGE THAT TOOK OUR BROTHERS AND SONS AND COMRADES IN ARMS
THE WAR IS OVER YET NO PEACE NO GLORY NO HAND OF LOVE CAN BRING REST TO OUR SLUMBER FORE WE FIGHT TO MORPHEUSES DRUM EACH NIGHT AND IN THE WAKING HOURS WE STRIVE TO FORGET OUR DREAMS
HEROES? AYE! BUT AT WHAT COST. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WRITTEN FOR MY GREAT GRANDFATHER WHO FOUGHT IN 'THE GREAT WAR' AS HE ALWAYS CALLED IT. WHO ON MANY NIGHTS COULD BE FOUND STANDING FACING THE WALL NEXT TO HIS BED, WAITING WITH HIS BROTHERS TO GO OVER THE TOP.
I now have tears in my eyes. Such amazing touching words for the tragedy that is war. My Dad's now 86 he tells his tales of WW2. I am a pacifist & despair at the lives lost in conflict. What a wonderful poem in honour of your grandfather & his comrades in arms x
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What a wonderful poem in honour of your grandfather & his comrades in arms x
HEROES? AYE! BUT AT WHAT COST. Thank you for sharing this write.
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