Remembering Again

My freedom, my interactivity, I owe to you and your stickability, Tho’ you be dead and dumb to me, You have a voice in my vocality. The cemeteries and the epitaphs, Are the courage and valour graphs, Defining the mechanism, the paths, Of the affirming victory day laughs. I do not patronise the direct benefit, Of remembering our heroes, the fit, Because they did conquer and out wit, Communism, death the Nazi’s pit. Near to me through my late RAF dad, Through his terror and in the hell he’d had; It was for us that they were deeply mad, Intent on life by ending Nazism bad. Thankful for this November time of year, It's a time to appreciate those near, To ISIS, to the enemies that we fear, So that we can live and love clear.