(D-day was longer than one day)
The
assault began,
bodies
fell like rain,
bullets
paid no heed
to
colour race or creed.
And
still they fall,
still
we betray
in
daily celebration
of
failure,
ignorant
of the sacrifice
of
those that paid the heaviest price.
Poppies
grow in abundance,
in disturbed soil.
Disturbed
conscience
is
a chosen path
and
the masters of war
turn
their eyes away.
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