Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Forgotten ...

Standing alone atop a mountain
Shadowed by the crosses,
The crosses of a thousand men
Who fought so fiercely
...and died.
They died for our freedom
and yet we are not proud
We take it for granted
Our freedom
We do not care
We are cruel.
Why one day to remember,
And the rest of the year to forget
ANZAC not remembered
As we said we would
But our fathers forgotten
Their names not heard
We still feel the wind,
The sun on our backs
But the red blood no longer flows
Lying dormant
Under earth
Our blood is nothing
What did we do?
A single poppy once a year
When compared to them,
... Weak

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