Remembrance

Remembrance
i.m. David Baker
Where they died is still the sand and rock
you encountered then, fought for by
an army of young men so similar
except for the uniforms they wear.
Born to mothers under their blue skies
but somehow distant in ideology
and time, yet war is their familiar,
their eternal link; how each young man dies.

The seventy-five years separating you
has, it seems, been wasted has it not?
The lessons which you'd think we should have learnt
we have not learned; it appears we have forgotten.
Of course, each generation forgets anew
the truths, the lies, those things we thought we knew.