by Eileen Murray | Nov 9, 2012 | Poetry
You stand, one at each corner, Poignantly bearing proud testimony To the valour of “The Fallen”. In unison, your heads bow As the gun booms And silence, pall-like Enshrouds the streets of Liverpool. For more than eighty years, Young and old, able and disabled, From...
by Eileen Murray | Nov 9, 2012 | Poetry
He pauses reflectively. How many others, also heavy of heart, Have carved the names On obelisks, crosses and cenotaphs Across the decades and continents? War – brutal, indiscriminate – Terrorises, wounds and slaughters Innocent and guilty alike. Yet, always there are...
