Ordered not asked to carry out the deed.
Over the trench wall at hesitant speed.

Scared and frightened but with country at heart
A nations men surge into the dark.

A bullets near miss that screeches by.
Only to turn and see a friend where he lies.

Bogged down in mud and laden with grief.
Still running forward with gritted teeth.

But what of the goal for the task in hand
Just hundred yards of blood soaked land.

Men and beasts cry out in vain
Suddenly never to be heard again.

Numbers depleting wounded and worn.
no chance was had at the head of the storm.

Fallen are all and for what we ask.
As we try to make sense of this forsaken task.

Though more will come a million and more
But only to lay by their brothers before.

For freedom and a  nations pride.
Our boys and men laid down their lives.

What must they think that we did not learn
Warring again and making hearts yearn

But now we honour you in life and death.
The millions of you that drew your last breath

Poppies are worn and reefs are laid.
For every brave soldier sadly slain.

A trumpet sounds the final call.
As we say thank you brave people one and all.

D.J.L

Took upon and forced, a blustery Autumn dance.
Partnered in routine , rays shimmer to enhance.
Natures pallet abundant with autumnal shades of all.
Summer heat withdrawing as we are painted into fall.

Voices of the trees flirting to a scatter.
Sporadic in there movement with rustling chatter chatter.
They come to us with hopeful hearts  to play within our day.
With disappointment only we sweep them all away.

It comes to now a slowing end an autumn
curtain fall
Covering all so soft and deep we wait for winters call.
So now the trees stand tall and bare quiet with voices lost.
From now to spring all we’ll hear is the howl of winters ghost.

D.J.L

Childhoods are cherished by most it’s true.
Others are scarred by darkness ensued.
Darkened room with wall of ears.
Illicit stories from over the years
Hand front of face it can’t be seen.
Under darkness occurs a disturbing scene.

Supposedly safe this institute
still a child’s voice is  firmly on mute.
Protection was lost to a child so young
Position too trust not bite your tongue.
An enjoyable day is how it was said
voices heard from a strangers bed
Safety and comfort are so far away
Forced to do what the abusers say

Broken in mind with trust issues too
Adults need answers why me and not you.
Barriers go up but some break down
Suicide, anxiety in darkness they drown.
So what of these monsters in society today
Twisting their evil to abuse again

But the abused are braver and silent no more
Helping authorities to knock evils door
Justice no solace for horrors endured
Broken no more cause finally heard

D.J.L