Sunday, 18 May 2008
All of ninety years has come and past
All of ninety years has come and past
Since I was laid beneath the grass
In that Great War that came to pass
But for me time has not run so fast
Because I can still see the faces
Of young lads with faith and graces
Of all those different races
From so many different places
That came to die among the living dead
Things that in ink and pen cannot be read
For Mother Nature brought the poppies red
In defiance of what cannot be said
Both glorious and forever sad
Like something from the Iliad
Lost forever in the dieing lad
In a world where the dead were glad
For in youth it's not easy to be bold
And fight and die among the fold
And truth was a story to be told
By those so powerful and so cold
They used the fear of shame
To try and stain the name
Of those that went insane
That could not stand the pain
That died by their country men's own hand
To have no place in a foreign land
To hear no glorious marching band
To be known as those that broke and ran
For ninety years the pain of shame
Has been laid down by their name
And by those who carry the same
Has those who came and fort in vain
But what would Athena have to say
If she could look down upon this day
Through immortal eyes of bluey gray
To see us forgive those that broke away
And forget those that held the foe at bay
For all those living souls we did betray
In the twilight of so many a day
And in their children, the men of today.
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I love the colors in this. How beautiful!!
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