A Prayer to Remember

It was remembrance week last week and I made a poem about the war. I hope you like it.

Ours is not to face the foe,

to bleed in Flanders mud.


We have not felt the blow,

or steel on flesh and blood.


We have not heard the blind mans scream,

who knows he’ll see no more.


We do not know what these things mean,

they are not at our door.


Of us, this simply do they ask,

and surely it’s not great.


Merely to do our daily tasks,

best victory come too late.



By Faith

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