The Heroes Of Our Time

 

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