Remembrance Day
I remembered the ones
I could remember
My struggle was nothing
Compared to theirs
I felt guilty again
I spoke grateful words
Silently to myself
For them and me
Their sacrifices compared
Louder than mine
Mustn't compare must we
War widows quietly
Withered under the shade
Sun belting down
Stazi stood in front
Of me red capped
I watched them carefully
Feeling quite sure
They had seen me
And others no doubt
An old choir sang
A young orchestra played
And we remembered
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