Lest We Forget
Some sleepless nights I lie awake
And stare into the starless sky,
Then a vision slowly forms before my eyes,
Vivid for an instant,
Then it fades and dies,
And passes on into the silent night.
I see an endless line of men
With soundless steps go marching by,
And what their speechless lips withhold,
Their tortured eyes imply-
A queried glance, a furtive sigh.
“We are the lost, forgotten men
Who gave our lives in pain
That the living may live.
We ask that you please give a thought
For what we did
That we not die in vain.
Our members grow as new wars will
Add numbers to our band.
And we, the youth, who died too soon
From every nation, we make a plea to those
Who put us here, the leaders, safe at home
In every land,
Lest they forget - our blood is on their hands!