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The bombs the bullets. The bodies that fall. The broken the battered. The fodder of war. The young and the brave. Are borrowed to battle. They fall to their fate. With the bullets that rattle.
"Soldiers yes But not by choice" A line I wrote before my tears silenced my voice Too young to die Too pure to die I just want to know why.
My brave soldier boy, come back home I'm never gonna have as much courage as you.
#remembrance I sit beside the pillar With his name engraved To the army generals They're nothing but dead slaves Why did he do it. What was it all for.
The state of all. That's been before. The bloodied lands. The stains of war. The engraved names. The epitaphs. The statues of. A warmongers craft. The battle fields. Bereft of life. The fallen ones.
Oh mother my mouth is full of stars As cartridges in the tray. My blood is a twin-branched scarlet tree that runs, all runs away. Oh "Cooks to the galley" That sounded off.
I will always remember my forefathers, men who fought through times of war. Remember their every sacrifice, at home and upon foreign shores.
I was doing some research into the significance of the Poppy I came across this and wanted to share it with you guys. .
At eleven o'clock, The silence will begin; It is only one minute, To remember what's been. Stop and listen; Put down your phones; Listen to the silence; The peaceful unknown.
I don't recall my death, just remember the screams, dodging gunfire for real, not in heroic dreams. I hope they remember me, I did what I thought was right, It was on their behalf I took up this...
Vermillion, crimson, titian,. A reminder of the soldiers fighting,. The breeze coaxes them to dance,. The soldiers battle as if in a trance,. Their heavy, silky petals ruffle proudly,.
I wrote a letter to express my love, Ill care for you dearly even if I am doing so from above, I wrote these words in hope you'd never read them, But what did we expect when I entered this battle...
#poppyrememberance The trenches they dug, The training they trained, The wars they fought, The life they sacrificed.
@LeahLovesEC #radio I heard it, the news I listened without you Even though my pain was unbearable The old scratchy sound From the radio, black and round I decided the pain was shareable.
Snow flakes gently falling On a battle ridden field, Christmas eve their lives were taken Their fate finally sealed.
Battle grounds marked out The soldiers return for one last bout The scars they have gathered ... Hidden well out of sight Keeping their thoughts, memories and feelings in the shadows ...
The green branches and Colorful flowers flutter Softly in the wind. The ribbons blow softly and overlap. It's here where they weep. It's here where they don't know. It's here where they don't forget.
For those who gave their lives away, And sacrificed everything each day, We will remember them. For those who go to the fierce war, And them who obey their law, We will remember them.
There was a young boy who played in the grass And careless was he, as he let the time pass He caught bullfrogs and fireflies As he stared into night skies He had no worries as a boy that played in...
My get up and go, Just got up and went. I had some this morning, But now its just spent. A sign of my age some of you say, Two fingers. Up yours. I've the devil to pay.
Another three heroes fallen. Fighting a forgotten war. Another three families torn apart. Their inconsolable grief hard to ignore. Another three bodies to fly home. Draped in three Union Jacks.
The vibrating cords… Like the strings on a guitar Singing their last song. Tremolant discords Signals death’s final moment Lingering hope, stilled.
The fields covered in vibrant red. Too many have lost their lives, Are dead. Deafening gunfire has just ceased, Man proven once again to be the beast.
Her hair was up in a pony tail, Her favorite dress tied with a bow. Today was Daddy's Day at school, And she couldn't wait to go.