Least We Forget Poem by Micronjan (also use name micron)

They saw fire tear the sky apart,
Felt mud and blood cling to their hearts.
Comrades fell with screams that never fade,
Ghosts of the living and the dead parade.
Every shadow, every scream etched deep
Memories that haunt their waking sleep.

We who were not there can only imagine
The frozen fear, the endless cannon's din.
Those who did not make it lie still,
Their absence a weight, a cold, sharp chill.
Survival is heavy, a scar without end
Bearing witness to lives we cannot defend.

So we remember, though distance is vast,
The price of freedom, the shadow it casts.
Their voices linger in wind and night,
We honour the fallen, we honour their fight.
Not in medals or speeches alone we see,
But in our hearts—we must not forget.