An unbroken minute of silence echoes remembrance and loss.
Still warriors are sent to fight while nations count the cost.
A painted banner cries ‘Never again!’A white poppy wreath flecked with red,
to remind us why we remember the servicemen lying dead.
The children dressed as soldiers lay bright red poppy wreaths, Sons and daughters who never get older, a monument to grieve.
The comrades who never came home to our arms.
Soldiers, broken warriors, who no longer tend the farms.
The medals in their boxes and the names we won’t forget.
The distant graves, unvisited, of grandfathers we never met.
Do they still die for you and me?
Do they die to continue the violence?
Do they die so that we can remember?
An unbroken minute of silence.
Lisa Goodwin – Remembrance Day 2013
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