Echoes Of Sacrifice

when those brave heroes
bore arms for king and country
innocence was lost

the mustard gas crept
the grim reaper was there ~ to
collect the dead souls

seeping blood in mud
fertilising poppy weed
for rememberence

stark horrors of war
was the putrid remains ~ of
trusted brotherhood

true peace in our time
a fleeting concept ~ never
forget the fallen

honour in silence
with reverence the fallen
for they sacrificed


whispers of the past
echoes of the brave who fell
we remember them

in stillness we stand
honor all who made the cost
asalute to peace.