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Heroes
Iron helmets will not save,
Those dead soldiers from the grave.
Brave men’s blood will drain away,
While the wicked rule the day.
Under the bridge the cars stream by,
Flags are lowered and some people cry.
Though some heroes may have died,
We’ll stand up and show our pride.
The month of November,
Is the month to remember.
We wear our poppies, red,
To honor the gone and dead.
Framed by the past – the young now old,
Stories of war remain untold.
But without our soldier we would be,
Ruled by dictatorship – not strong and free.
Soldiers didn’t like hurting one another,
Some were like family, closer than brothers.
They fought for us back in the past,
No longer will they be pushed to last.
In this coffin a soldier lay,
He gave his life, his price to pay.
So just remember to say a prayer,
To those who fought, who really cared.
Remember those who went to heaven,
And give two minutes at eleven.
Always remember to silently pray,
Especially on Remembrance Day!
-Olivia Hill |
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