Tuesday, 11 November 2014

What I remember on Remembrance Day

I remember on this day that without soldiers there can be no wars 
... instead disagreements between nations would be settled with two or three old, fat Heads of State exchanging punches in the parking lot of some luxury hotel.
"And now every April I sit on my porch
And I watch the parade pass before me
And I watch my old comrades, how proudly they march
Reliving old dreams of past glory
And the old men march slowly, all bent, stiff and sore
The forgotten heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, "What are they marching for?"
And I ask myself the same question
And the band plays Waltzing Matilda
And the old men answer to the call
But year after year their numbers get fewer
Some day no one will march there at all.

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