A voice for the fallen in World War One

They fell down,

Hit by bullets,

Germans and French,

English and American,

Austrian and Italian,

Russians too,

Dead before their lives began,

They lay among the poppies,

A flower of remembrance,

A flower of hope,

They died for their country, 

They never had children or never knew them,

They never had wives or never grew old with them,

If we forget those men who died,

In trench and mud under stormy sky,

Then surely we are the ones who have killed,

We murder the memory that lives on today,


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