Lest we forget

[magenta]

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
      Between the crosses, row on row,
   That mark our place; and in the sky
   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
   Loved and were loved, and now we lie
         In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
   The torch; be yours to hold it high.
   If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
         In Flanders fields.


Nearly 100 years. The more things change, the more they remain the same.

Comments

[dreamshark.livejournal.com]

Still a great poem. Thanks.

[apostle-of-eris.livejournal.com]

"We have to keep on slaughtering people because we've already slaughtered so many people."
not for me