Lost Voices Poem by Kevin Hulme

What is that Lament that scores the Air;
The many cries they sorely bear.
They are the Voices of those gone before;
The wasted youth by damnable War.
They tell of Life to soon denied,
When caught amongst Man's Murderous tide.
For all they asked was for a life to live;
The right to grow, the chance to give.
To drink and roar with brother Souls;
To dance, to sing when life takes hold.
And walk the Aisle where many have trod;
With a joining of Hearts and vows to God.
But no Sweethearts Wed, no Children born;
Just Blackened weeds and Young girls mourn.
No Heir to carry the name along;
That tree now felled all saplings gone.
For the dawning years were all denied;
To the Boys in Peace under foreign skies.
Ask what are those voices that score the Air?
They are the mournful cries of youths despair.