Remember… Poppies in fields Bullet holes ripped through the world Each one a screaming mouth A protest to atrocities A medal of the brave The ranks of good people who fought to save Who stood up to adversity Bullet cases jettisoned in the heat of war Now cool and buried under a civilian law How easy it is to forget To disrespect That's why it's important to take a moment A little time To remember Remember the fear The hurt and the pain The loss The ones who gave with nothing to gain The brave that endured So that we could thrive and be free A minutes silence for you and me Echoes of explosions and gunfire for the ones that served The quiet that can never be preserved The silence never quenched when you witness people die Your friends and colleagues The good times and the highs Shot down by treachery and lies Conflict and denies Trodden underfoot in demented trenches Ripped overhead by barbed wire fences Images of terror projected at your core How do you quiet the spoils of war? For the ones that served One minute silence is the least that they deserve... © Richard Withey. All rights reserved. #poem #Remembrance #RemembranceDay