Poppies For Remembrance Sunday
Anthem For Doomed Youth
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries now for them; no prayers nor bells;
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
Sacrifice
A sacrifice you make today
Will never ever be gone
A sacrifice you make today
Will soon be passed on
A sacrifice you make today
Will stay in many hearts
A sacrifice you make today
Help many play their parts
A sacrifice you make today
Will never be forgotten
A sacrifice you make today
Will never be mistaken
A sacrifice you make today
May even change history
A sacrifice you make today
May be kept in someone’s memory
A sacrifice you make today
Might light someone’s day up
A sacrifice you make today
Might fill someone’s dry cup
A sacrifice you make today
Will always be treasured
A sacrifice you make today
Will always be remembered