Row on Row
Names etched in stone,
permanent ghosts of war
Their silenced voices wreathed
in red poppies and dried tears
The cold winds blow mourning
across haunting footsteps
Trace your fingers against
names etched in stone
The past is buried here,
in blaring echoes and booming guns
Fallen remnants and remains;
permanent ghosts of war
These fallen stood proud, once,
ready to defend and sacrifice
In lost dreams and broken youth,
their silenced voices wreathed
Today, we stand for them,
to see memories not forgotten
Today, we honour them,
in red poppies and dried tears
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