The stories heard,
For years and years,
The truths blurred,
Due to hidden fears.
War has been made heroic,
Tales told for generations,
When really it’s sick,
A travesty of nations.
Thoughts of a man on a hill,
Holding a flag in victory,
No one to fill,
In the losers story.
To kill isn’t cold hearted,
For he would have done it too,
It was the point when you started,
And that everyone knew.
So on this day of remembrance,
Do not feel shame,
Have no penance,
For thanks to the lies of glory, we will always hold your flame.
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