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White Headstones
by Bob Moore-14/09/20230

Until you see those white headstones
all standing, row by row,
until you feel the silence
then you will never know,
just what it was, these young men,
thought, as they marched away,
never thinking they may not return
to their families one day.

They marched away, into the fight,
not knowing what may befall,
they knew it was their duty,
to answer their countries call,
to fight against an enemy,
who would take, what he knew away,
and turn free men, into slaves,
and make us live their way.

So you stand in silence
and think of these brave men
who marched off, to fight for you,
and did not return again,
the fathers sons and brothers
who gathered in this place,
the families who still love them
but will never again, see their face.

And the ones, who stayed behind,
and waited every day,
for their loved ones to come home,
could only hope and pray,
the wives and mothers, sisters too
with emptiness within,
now look at these white headstones,
and think of what may have been

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