Lest
WeRemember
A war-hardened soldier, a young farmer lad -
hes one and the same.
Trying to hide his doubts, silently mad
he plays no mans game.
Holding a rifle, he chokes back his bile
and hopes not to use it.
Eat or be eaten, he thinks all the while
and tries not to lose it.
Crouching in ditches, he smells the rank scent
of the battles grim toll.
Comrade and brother swears not to relent,
his fond face shows no soul.
A gunshot rings out, ripping through the tense silence
a man meets the ground.
This crude overture starts the music of violence,
a sickening sound.
Hes been enraptured to make old wrongs right
at no matter the cost.
It doesnt matter for which side he fights
for hes already lost.
The poppy of peace flashes bright nowadays
the remember-me-not.
We fought for our truth but we practise their ways
We forgave and forgot.
November 11th, 1995
ANSI by Mage of ACiD
Lit by Cthulu of Mistigris