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Silver spoons stolen for freedom

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There was an article in a newspaper about my grandfather's actions during ww2. It contained implications about the rest of his life that were perhaps incorrectly coloured by circumstances. This prompted me to respond with this poem.

Where are they now the fighters?
Fighting for their freedom as well as ours
Survivors of those turbulent war years 
The silent heroes
Saving us
Sparing us the trauma they faced
Hiding from us their fears
And the actions forced upon them
The nightmare’s they faced
Were theirs alone
They sheltered us with their silence
And now we curiously pick at their wounds
Dig into the memories they tried to forget
So that their sorrow becomes our sorrow
Their mistakes not forgiven and forgotten
But displayed before a changed world
Silver spoons stolen, a tragic union
Children taken … so long ago 
Even their stories are silenced by death
If only we could respect their hard fought lesson
That Silence is golden

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 9/14/2015 10:05:00 AM
It is so terrible to think, they faced demons and we nit pick and if it wasn't hard enough to do what they did, and now they are roughed up for it...thank you for sharing this, grats on it being featured this week..hugs
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