Standing Tall
The soldier on a plinth
he his no paladin
glorifying bravery
silhouetted by the brilliance
of those that shine no more.
Names engraved on monuments
and on loved ones hearts.
But now just a foot note in history
was their loss worth the anguish
or their never ending agony.
When lives are lost in another nations battles
politicians are quick to bellow
of bravery and heroism
when more soldiers are needed for war
no poppy wreath will take the grief away
when a nations flowering youth as died
or no statue in a park
replace a man still standing tall
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2019
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