With sideways glance they bid a last farewell
Alone in thought among respectful throng
Whilst striding by their image casts a spell
So many, who dared brave to right what’s wrong
Such names engraved in stone and on their hearts
Shown in relief, yet undercover kept
Mean more than chiseled font as work of art
Held memories release sad tears as wept
“Our Sacrifice that all may live in peace”
In silence from the grave, all raise their voice
Remembrance for a time, doth make guns cease
Imparting precious gift of freedom’s choice
Sweet light upon their face will no more dawn
Each one deserving of a ‘Poppy’ worn