Lest We Forget
Rivers of blood, filled with innocent souls© November 3, 2002
No food on our plates, or cereal in our bowls.
We fight for freedom, lives lost every day
The battlefield painted red, with skies listless and grey.
I watched the pain and suffering from a war beaten man
He stood five foot four with a charcoal tan.
He cried out "please save me, for the love of god."
My neck was still weak but I was able to nod.
When I picked him up, his whole body felt cold
I looked at his face and could tell he was old.
Still tattered and beaten he gave me a smile
I pointed to a sign that read "Hospital - 1 mile"
He looked in my eyes, a tear rolled down his cheek
For his chance of survival seemed very bleak.
As he lay in my arms this man I'd just met
Picked a poppy from the ground and said,
"Lest we forget."
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