The War To End Wars
11th November, 1918 - Armistice Day
The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month guns fell silent; peace was declared the war the end wars was over.
I wonder what those who fought and died and those who fought and survived would think if they could see that ninety years later, parts of the world are still at war? In fact I wonder what the three remaining WW1 British veterans really do think?
For the last three years I have shared poems about Remembrance Day by lesser known poets. I have also tried to find poems that aren't specifically aimed at any war in particular. Today I am continuing that theme.
A Poem For Remembrance Day - Author Unknown
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in the town today.
The poppies dear, are the flowers of love
For the men that have marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my love, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red
Red is the colour of blood, my child
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief
For the men who never came back.
But why are you crying Mummy?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are for you my child
For the world is forgetting again.
Remembrance Day - Patti Joyce
Remembrance Day is here again,
On this day we remember all those who were slain.
The ones they left behind have endured much sorrow and pain.
But rest assured,
The whole world knows those brave ones didn't die in vain.
The poppies that you see people wear,
Are there to show you they still care.
We open our hearts so that we can share,
A moment of silence, and offer a prayer.
To all the soldiers who died saving our country.