by Allan M. Heller

Created on: November 04, 2011

Standing on the hill

Overlooking the cemetery

The many tombs embellished

With red, white and blue emblems

Stand in eternal memoriam

To those who died

So that others did not have to die.

The grass is always greenest

When fertilized with the blood

Of a million men.

Let the world not forget.

It is so easy to forget.

Lurid visions flash through the mind

Of countless soldiers

Charging through thick, black smoke

Trampling over mangled corpses

And detonating land mines.

Half of them are blown away

And more are sent to replace them.

People take so much for granted.

Especially those who have never had

To fight for freedom

To bleed for justice

To die for honor.

But those who died

Had they lived

Would have known well the full meaning.

For one day

Let the grand, bustling world

In all its splendor

Be silent

And remember.

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