Remember ThisA Poem by Bobbie CoelhoWorld War 1Now the 11th day of November is here It
doesn’t bring very much cheer The
weather is dank and bitterly cold In
mourning for brave men of old.
The war
started one day in late July When
Princip decided an Archduke would die And made
two common nations, united by blood Grind
themselves down in the mire and the mud.
Lots of
men rushed to sign on Poor
innocents: didn’t know what would come They
would suffer pain and know such fear In a
dark, stinking hole most of them died Nobody
ever stopped to ask: why?
They must
have been afraid I wonder,
did they pray? Or did
they just feel betrayed By God
and their country on certain days.
The list
of names on the Menin Gate A body
with no grave: a terrible fate A whole
generation, just swept away No one
will know how many died in a day At Ypres,
the
Many
loved ones were left weeping Mothers,
fathers, sisters and wives Had lost
precious lives Memories
were all they were keeping Now that
their loved ones lie silently sleeping.
However,
one fact I seem to recall The seeds
of the Second, lie in the Great War Old men
watched their children die, like before, So
nothing was changed, nothing at all.
© 2014 Bobbie CoelhoReviews
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2 Reviews Added on August 5, 2014 Last Updated on September 14, 2014 AuthorBobbie CoelhoUnited KingdomAboutI am 59, retired, married, have Parkinsons. In addition have written a book called Finding the Light. I have published a second anthology of poetry this year entitled Reflecting the Light more..Writing
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