Lest We Remember A war-hardened soldier a young farmer lad - he s one and the same Trying to hide his doubts silently mad he plays no man s 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 battle s 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 He s been enraptured to make old wrongs right at no matter the cost It doesn t matter for which side he fights for he s 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