There's a meeting of the minds today
people of all kinds will meet
and pray and
someone's bound to say,
'lest we forget'
Old soldiers at the cenotaph
can
still raise a laugh with other ancient friends,
while ends don't always justify the means and
peace it seems is just as far as Picardy.
eight hundred thousand poppies may remind
us of the dead they say,
they
remind me that life is not ceramic
life is that dynamic force
forced out from some
by the gun
and thus we live or die.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
There's a meeting of the minds today
people of all kinds will meet
and pray and
someone's bound to say,
'lest we forget'
Old soldiers at the cenotaph
can
still raise a laugh with other ancient friends,
while ends don't always justify the means and
peace it seems is just as far as Picardy.
eight hundred thousand poppies may remind
us of the dead they say,
they
remind me that life is not ceramic
life is that dynamic force
forced out from some
by the gun
and thus we live or die.
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