By 15th November 2015December 9th, 2019No Comments

We are assembled here again
To commemorate, and to gain
A remembrance of our brothers lost
In conflicts past – all at a cost.

Lamentations every year,
Though medals won – at price so dear.
For King and country bravely fought
No admiration here they sought.

Those crosses placed in foreign fields;
I cannot sanction all those wields
Of weapons, which have brought such sorrow
To families today and ‘morrow.

Forgive mankind – for it is weak,
And give the world to those who’re meek
But defend our honour too,
So generations can be true.

Raise your glasses, don’t forget
Brothers, fathers, sons who met
Their deaths on battlefields abroad,
By bullet, bayonet or sword.

Robin Apthorpe

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