No Remembrance
We
Buy
Poppies
Red as blood
And wear them with pride
In memory of fallen heroes,
Those young men and boys, slaughtered one hundred years ago.
No !
We
Cannot
Remember
Because we weren’t there,
We cannot recall what it’s like,
Save for witnesses : Owen, Sassoon, Blunden and Brooke.
We
Can
Only
Experience
Remotely, ‘tis true,
Through the words of those who were there –
The blast of the shell, the gas, screaming, maiming and death.
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