WW1

One sombre morning, liquid and dark
The wind bows its head in its sorrow
A million spectres walk the cold earth
Returned for one last minute borrowed

The blood of the fallen stains only the minds
Of the living who bask in their deeds
Their torment and anguish live in the fields
Amidst the poppies that sigh in the breeze

This lost generation, wiped from the earth
Now rest in the kingdom of light
Today we remember their fear and their nerve
And give thanks we don't have to fight