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TO THOSE WE REMEMBER
No time to shed sorrowful tears
as time forever keeps moving forwards
Holding no stops for no time, as we all
follow the trails made
Times like we people change as well as
the recorded times of hardship
Some are forgotten, but the hardship of
war is never forgotten like those men.
Years filled with war, vacuum men of
all ages into one astray bottle The unknown just darkness
filled with loneliness amongst the crowds
Emotions felt and emotions forgotten when
fear starts to ease its way in
As time speeds and moments approach; the
future now unknown!
Campaigns and tours collected; served
throughout fallen lines of generations Life becomes easy in the
appalling squalls through success and failure
Time served amongst mates new and
old; life seems so strange
Loneliness still prevalent abound as fear
is no longer and emotion uncovered.
Days on exhausting tour; days that really
don't exist Out amongst the action;
exposed to the vigorous heat and tedious cold
No calendars to keep track of the
days, as watches are set to mission time
With mates falling one by one, amnesia
kills dates with the onset of numbness.
Setting suns dazzle the sky with orgasmic
colours and kaleidoscope blood Colours streak across
the sky, numbing eyes filled with friendly blood
With the day ended, the birth of
a new sun starts another day
As memories flashback to mates fallen to
the day before.
One war, thousands of conflicts end
with peaceful years between the wafers Mates return home to pay
homage to names and numbers of bloodshed
Their returns filled with aggression of
hatred and cheers of love
Life is not the same; struggles become
heavier to carry and need solutions.
Wars are campaigned with the aim to
succeed, even with men sacrificed Some known and others
just another figure to add to the logs
With survivors from all generations ageing,
some are discovering lost mates
As those remaining struggle to live with
respect, honour and government aid.
Certain days set aside to mark days
of respect and remembrance Crowds line streets cheering
the vets as they march aligned
Knowing with each passing year a mate dies
along with an era in history
As to the opposite; one person loses the
meaning of remembrance and respect.
Wars is a definite event to occur, men
will always walk into the unknown As new generations lose
the respect of appreciation of sacrifices
What does it take to remember those with
a minute of silence?
Age shall never plague the minds of
the old vets as they grow younger
Sorrowful tears will flow
as an era comes to an end.
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