Lost Lives And Fallen Friends
In every town and village war memorials stand testament to lost lives and fallen friends,
Generations withered by war from Flanders fields to Arabian deserts,
Victims of forgotten wars and conflicts in Korea and Aden,
Millions of lives cut short serving king and country.
Families and friends torn apart by the horrors of war,
Individual graves and massive memorials to heroes and the innocent,
Schools and hospitals hit as collateral targets for what ends,
Innocents killed for no reason except being in the wrong place at the wrong time,
Lives ended before they could blossom into full bloom,
Children growing up without fathers and siblings.
Hatred and bigotry overtaking common sense and diplomacy,
How many more mass graves must we dig and how many more orphans must we make,
Lost lives and fallen friends victims of humanities failings,
And still we fall by the hands of terrorists and governments.
By Christopher Tye
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Peace is so precious to mankind. A powerful work on the subject of 'life and death...'.