Remembrance | Sunday Observer

Remembrance

Sombre November rolls along
Bringing with the Festival of the Dead
Cleaned up grave-yards, aglow with candle-light
Masses of flowers atop mounds; garlanded monuments
A colourful festival of the dead
Whisps of vapoury smoke
Whispered prayers, stinging tears.
Red poppies for fallen heroes
Who braved war that others might live.
Dismembered bodies
On desolate modern Flanders
As crimson blood seeps, merging with the soil
As imitation poppies do the rounds.
Can this once-a-year reminder suffice?
The great sacrifice!
Could scarlet poppies or crimson roses e’er repay?
The sacrifice of those young lives that bled away

- Jeannette Cabraal

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