Remembering more
Sombrely we say, we will remember them
The bugle strains ring out into the quiet of gathered masses
The blood-red of the poppies, and the purity of the white
A mingling of the beauty and fragility of life
Forget-me-not, but please do more
Than bow your heads at a grave, stadium or parade
Let us look courageously at the wars in our own hearts, our communities, our families
The battles being waged with ink and keyboard stroke
The hostility being stoked, just as it was before every conflict we commemorate
Our choices still causing the same bloodshed
In our remembering, are we truly awake?
