Wednesday, April 24, 2013


No one spoke of immortality
And few gave it even a thought.
The world was awash with blood
But the brave stood up first and fought.

None can dispute brutal records

Of wasted men and innocence lost
In failures fanned by major mistakes,
While battles raged and orders crossed.

Myths and stories can never lie,

But truth remains too hard
For postmodern thugs to grasp,
While censorial goons stand guard.

So today no one can agree the meaning -

And hypocrites haggle and arch -
When those who respect our past
Wear justified pride to the march.

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