Lest We forget...

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
                         Between the crosses row on row
                                      That mark our place; and in the sky
                                                            The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below
              We are the dead, short days ago we lived
                              Felt dawn, saw sunset glow, loved and were loved
                                                            and now we lie in Flanders Fields.
Take up your quarrel with the foe,
                                    To you from failing hands we throw the torch;
                                                                         be yours to hold it high
                         If ye break faith with us who die
     We shall not sleep though poppies grow in Flanders Fields
                                                                      Col. John McCrae
                                                                            Canadian Army WW1

There’s Rosemary,
            that’s for remembrance, pray,
                      love, remember

                                                         Hamlet Act IV

CRY FREEDOM

Cry freedom, stand up for our rights,
a peaceful conclusion with a few casualties
Once a family, now incomplete.
Family life shattered…do we care?
To fight, to win, to lose, to die…
Homes destroyed, dignity removed
Squalid life…

To fight, to win, to lose, to die…

Hunger, famine
Millions starving, millions spent on ‘arms’
To fight, to win, to lose, to die…
The glories of war at the cost of a another man’s life

Do we care?

To fight, to win, to lose, to die…

                             ...war hurts

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