The Heroes Of Our Time
They strode purposely on shoulder to shoulder but not a word was said
They strode purposely forward with dark thoughts and images stuck in their head.
Bodies now frail but walking tall
Hiding their sorrow from one and all.
The Heroes Of Our Time.
They march along in unison, although their steps are slow
They march along undaunted as they did those years ago.
No-one can really know the pain of friends shot down and killed or maimed
And still they come to march again.
The Heroes Of Our Time.
They stride silently step by step remembering their friends
Or brothers, sisters, comrades whose lives came to an end.
How tough they were, what dreadful times those brave men did endure
But every year they come to pay their own respects for Poppy Day.
The Heroes Of Our Time.
People turn and walk away once the veterans have passed by.
Forgetting that young soldiers are still sent out to die.
While politicians argue just which stratergy is best
And precious lives are lost again while papers lie on desks.
So when you see those Poppy Wreaths set out in nice straight lines
Remember that they represent
The Heroes Of Our Time.
Hil Jickells 12/11/12
