To die for a sister or brother is a noble thing
To be broken by the battle is the hymn we sing
But in the end there is no glory at the bugle's call
Just death and deathly silence ringing after all
But we who are left to write the sermon now
Wonder how it came to pass in the know how
As we gather together on those Remembrance days
Know what they really gave up and be grateful always.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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