Lest We Forget
With the bullets flying through the air,
The reaper claims his keeping,
Eyes glazed in eternal blank stare,
Souls in eternal weeping.
Tall black cloak and long dark strides,
Death walks a lonely path,
As inevitable as the watery tides,
As eerie as a dark evil laugh.
Dank and muddy, pushed like a slave,
The coastline all ablaze
At the end led a watery grave,
Such bravery in the mind stays.
Death rode on a swift dark horse,
Along that red, sandy grave,
Just a slight change of course,
And a path into history paved.
These men died for their country,
We all owe them a great debt,
But as their memory lives on,
Lest we forget.