It's funny how people forget,
That underneath those white stones
There are people...
Young men.
Men that hadn't even started living.
It's not just a name on a pretty white stone,
Covered in roses and poppies,
That hide what lies beneath.
Those are men who stood up with real courage,
Not like what you read in books,
But real courage.
They knew the risks...or sometimes didn't...
But they still stood.
Unlike you and I who just complain,
Those men fought for our future...
So no my friend it's not just a pretty white stone,
They are the real Heros
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
It's funny how people forget,
That underneath those white stones
There are people...
Young men.
Men that hadn't even started living.
It's not just a name on a pretty white stone,
Covered in roses and poppies,
That hide what lies beneath.
Those are men who stood up with real courage,
Not like what you read in books,
But real courage.
They knew the risks...or sometimes didn't...
But they still stood.
Unlike you and I who just complain,
Those men fought for our future...
So no my friend it's not just a pretty white stone,
They are the real Heros
Spent the last four days touring the battlefields in Normandy and this is just one of the poems I came up with whilst there. All feedback is highly welcomed :]
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