Memories of Them On Memorial Day

Memories of Them On Memorial Day

So many had died from war's long struggle
Over silent graves hear sound of a bugle
While tombstones will exist row after row
We walk through with respect and slow.

Names on each tombstone we have read
For freedom's cause they now are dead
Thoughts remain not leaving me alone
Are soldiers in Tomb of the Unknown.

High in heaven for a while have been 
And someday soon will see them again
Say prayers at night then still seems
Memories of them exist in my dreams.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

While I wait someone will falsely sublimate
Us Veterans which I always truly hate
Tears to my eyes the thought does bring
They think money can buy anything.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Babbit Avatar
May 31, 2016 at 11:32 AM
Well put. The only ones who benefit from war or police actions are indeed the politicians and corporate moguls. War is business not always a fight for freedom and how soon we forget moving on to the next one so easily. Far too many have made the ultimate sacrifice.
Horn Avatar
May 28, 2018 at 2:29 PM
Goodness. Just noticed your comment. Your statement is very appropriate and you should write a poem about it. Just occurred haven't heard from you lately or any word.
Gazbowski Avatar
May 31, 2016 at 10:05 AM
Wonderfully written but so very sad. My father received his call up papers for WW2 on his 18th birthday ! He never spoke about the war, apart from a couple of humerous tales. The bankers are the ones who benefit from war as they fund both sides. Almost forgot - the arms trade benefit too :(
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace