The forgotten

Its sad you know,
To be forgotten
The dead, the lost,
Buried, rotten

Countless corpses
In no-mans land
Above which
No proud names stand

Like abridged messages
To loved, to dear,
The forgotten, still
Remain unclear

Last seconds
Can, no-one recount
And those moved on
Can live without

And though we say
No-one will know
What its like
To be so-and-so

Think, to poor survivors
Lives
Returned to children,
To loving wives

Yet always distant
Think to the trench
To dead comrades
And decays stench

Neither alternate,
Of veterans fate,
Seems worth a war,
Seems worth that wait,

In deep dank trench
With blood smeared cheeks
Sleep to shells
While grown man weeps

So which would you?
Cruel memories or death?
To live a lie,
Or take last breath?

Or perhaps neither?
No loss, no lies,
No horrific detail,
And no goodbyes

Perhaps peace,
Is what death saw,
So toast the forgotten,
And never war.