Sacrifices Poem by David Harris

Sacrifices

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Autumn leaves have fallen
across long forgotten battlefields
where deep below the ground
the dead lie asleep.
Their lives torn apart
by some wicked war.
There they have immortality
for they will age no more.
Their sleep is restless
for from their deaths,
no lessons were learnt
and men and boys keep killing
in constant wicked wars.
On the eleventh hour,
of the eleventh day,
of the eleventh month
we stand in silence
to honour their memory
for the sacrifices they made,
but we have never learnt the lessons


This poem is dedicated to the memory of the men, women and children from all countries that have lost their lives in wars that have plagued our world. May their souls rest in eternal peace.
for which their lives they gave
as the killing still goes on and on.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fay Slimm 12 November 2009

How true are the final lines of this tribute David - - a fine verse of appeal for a better warless world...10 from Fay.

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Carol Gall 12 November 2009

excellent write david peace seems another centurys leasure 10

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Patti Masterman 11 November 2009

I sometimes think war and fighting is intrinsic to man's soul and he never arrives anywhere without it's already being a possibility. But then I always manage to meet another soul, who refuses to even deliberately harm an insect, and I realize the error must lie with people like me, who think something can't be avoided no matter how much it is hated.

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Sandra Martyres 11 November 2009

Yes David you are right....we still live with killing fields and watch in silence...If only some lessons could be learnt we would save so many innocent lives! ! ! 10+

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