We all wear poppies, what are they for?
To remember our heroes melancholy life:
Lost, buried under grass gravel or grave,
What do we remember though?
Their names? The families?
The harsh reality is we don’t know,
Those people who drowned in mud, grass or blood.
They are slowly forgotten over all these days.
As a candle burning out.
But the flame, burns on and does bring hope,
A light through the darkness,
A coat in the harshness,
We cannot grasp how hard it was,
Giving a today for a tomorrow for those they didn’t know.
But the light is the things we do remember,
We should grasp these memories in our hands
Like the guns they once grasped to save us, we should hold to save them.
Lest we forget.
Lest we forget.