Gazing above heads of my brothers standing in commemoration,
I watch as the sky becomes red, fluttering with poppy leaves.
Silence is deafening as memory escapes the deathly bounds,
There are men and women to be remembered this day of days.
Wind swept watery eyes cling stare into the daylight blackness,
Numb hearts and heavy breaths couple those solemn senses.
Pray. And pray again, for wounded heroes and the mortally lost,
Whose families torn comfort shall not repair to this great despair.
For they, they are deserving.