Remembrance Day

“The Nazi’s had no value of life, They neither understood it, Nor did they reckon it merited any value,” My dad objectified at the table, One Remembrance Sunday, When I was young. Although November the 11th, Was inaugurated by King George the V, In 1919, just after World War I, As a day of remembrance of the Great War, We use it as a day on which, We can consider both wars, And, for some, any war. The King never wanted again, To see any more bloodshed between nations, And so rendered it as our choice, By making it the people’s contemplation. We must remember their resilience, Their hope in the face of certain death; Tirelessness embroidered in tears, Their well considered bliss in pallid gloom. Fight and figure jostled the in-education, Of the German’s thirst for war, power and dictatorship; And truth flamed in our side, Until by our character we succeeded. That valour is perhaps passed on to us, The kids of future generations, Because from our older relatives,   We can understand how they fought. With this bravery, we need to cultivate, Trust, love and understanding between nations, Between our foreign neighbours and friends, So that killing and maiming is not a possibility.