Remember!

Amid the fearsome crash of guns
that seek the souls of mother’s sons
and write new tales for history’s tongues
to wag, debating rights and wrongs.

What ‘voice’ had they, in what was just?
They did what must be done in trust,
that we would say, when they were dust;
‘twas not for death, that they did lust.

And now the last, Last Post has played,
and peace is won, and night is slayed;
salute all those, who homeward strayed
but spare a thought, for those that stayed.

Chris Birrane © 2011