Remembrance

REMEMBERANCE

The sound of the guns,
ring through time,
and grow weaker with distance
the cry of fear,
feeds in the knowledge of its pain
which is now forgotten
and can’t be learned from books
we can’t learn or know the pain
which we havent felt
we don’t want to learn
becuase it will hurt us too much
worse than those before felt,
the tolls greater,
a red flower grows
out of the dark red soil
a poppy
lest we forget
the past
so it wont happen again

by

-John Logan Wraith-

the tolls faced by those who fought it the two great wars were horific.
don’t let their sacrifice for us go unjust, rememeber them, respect
them, thank them.

Pass this on to those you know out of respect of those who have past
for us.

Wraith