Still Bone crackles underfoot, #life's fragile remnants spilled still glisten, The blade's fury, its fire, is tasted in the wind, The trees remember, they still speak of what was, circling to protect, The rain comes, the red remains, lest they forget their sins, The grass, once serving its own purpose, now red forever, The man comes, to lay down his sword, a furrow upon his brow, He still carries faded heartbeats, only so many regrets can one heart hold, He leaves behind his last tear, for the good men he let down, And the children sing of wars long past, fathers who never came home, And widows have their portraits, and parents have their hearts, And every passing year, the effort of every man echoes in silence, And still men in service die today, names lost in tales torn apart, A cautionary tale behind every war, a label of 'last resort', And a promise of hollow politicians pledging care home beds, And every day we go to war, to prove power, score points, And every day, more are lost, to the egos above our heads.