The Bells of November 1918

[WriterMinuit]

The bells ring out to mark the end
Of Empires and Nations and all who died
Forever to march as one,
Let the cannons no more ring
Unless through the memories of you who live:
Recall you live while we march dead.

Trenches we vault and scorched fields we run
While grass green fields and poppies grow,
The end is a merry old life.
See our men in uniforms many
Charge the common foe of Death:
We charge the foe as many, as one.

November 11th approaches fast
And forwards eternally we march as one
Never to fall again,
And if one of us shall fall to war
His sacrafice will not spoil, though war will end:
His Time shall never pass.

[Liquid Bear]

This poem is quite a moving tribute to the brave men who fell to the monstrosity of war. I really need to read up on World War I. Sadly, I'm quite convinced memory is not enough to deter men from committing past mistakes again. Well done.

Bear