Parades of soldiers mass below
Their youth and hopes untimely lost ...
While we remain to count the cost.
Proud generation of ideals
Now buried deep in Flanders fields
The «War to end all Wars» was mined;
Why is politics so blind?
The inter-war years – fragile peace
The bubble swelled and then released
Its rancour on the sons of those
Who, bright-eyed, once wore khaki clothes.
Is this the Lesson we can't learn?
When will this tide of hatred turn?
Those beyond our gaze look down ...
What price glory and renown?
Each precious life needs love and care
But many did not live to share
This wondrous world and all its joys
The last they heard was battle noise ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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