The ideal of power nurtured in weak minds
Greatness of a nation being mere greatness of its size
Collapse of people, collapse of homes
All hid behind a mask of reasons unknown
When all fields with blood were drenched
When there wasn’t more land for a trench
When life could no longer cause another death
The world lay in silence and in wait
For some sign of strength to rise from its dreadful state
When man in war’s stupor
Erased what he had built
He saw the world as it was before he had strayed
He saw the blue sky and he saw the green fields
And he saw the flowers that spring continued to yield
After shedding so much of the red inside him
He saw the red outside
He saw the poppies that bloomed to life
It was then that he drew strength and he saw hope
To rescue himself from the sorrow with which he could not cope
The world is a better place now because there was a time when it was not
There is peace because wars have been fought
Lives are lost and sorrow refuses to fade
But lessons are learned when mistakes are made
Thus there just remains a need to remember
The evil, the bloodshed, the bombs and the blunders
To remember that lives were lost in order to gain
A vow from the world that what happened may never happen again.
(Shared publicly on Facebook on November 11, 2012- Remembrance Day. )