Remembrance Sunday

The 11th month, the 11th day, at the 11th hour.
We stop for just two minutes, to acknowledge their power.
For Tis these men, who so valiantly fought.
In their quest for our freedom, they bravely sought.

Left their homes, with the greatest of intent.
Fought so bravely, they did not relent.
Individually giving, of the ultimate sacrifice.
It was their lives, lost.... on the throw of the dice.

These men were often, just boys in their mind.
For it was the truth, they sought to find.
To bring justice, to all the worlds oppressed.
Gave of their all, as they did their best.

These men taken, from all walks of life.
Bonded together, as they left home and wife.
Recognised the true value, of their short life.
Counting not the price, accepting the strife.

Cheerful ambitious young men, with their life ahead.
Now lay on flanders field, so lifeless and dead.
Amidst the spring boom, of poppies so red.
As if powered by blood, this flower bed.

Freedom for the individual, they believed so strong.
And gave of their lives, so we could move on.
Most who read this, can have little or no idea.
To live and die so long, amidst all that fear.

This ultimate sacrifice, and the highest price paid.
Responsible for your life, your freedom it made.
A Nazi war machine, eventually brought to it's knees.
Enables you to live, as you damm well please.

Take not for granted, these real historical facts.
For there will come a time, to repeat these unselfish acts.
Think long and hard, at your actions this day.
There may come that time, youth has to die in this way.