by Mark Rand | Mar 11, 2011 | Poetry
There is and always will be war, no matter where or what it’s for. For those who battled, those who died, did so for more than country’s pride. They did it for the rights of others; Kinfolk, strangers, children, mothers. They fight to keep darkness at bay,...
by Mark Rand | Mar 11, 2011 | Poetry
On the windswept, rainy streets of Britain, a solemn silence will be effected in recognition of the debt to men and women whom, our freedom, protected. It’s when Big Ben first chimes at eleven, the nation will stop in deepest respect for those whose names on our...
by Mark Rand | Mar 11, 2011 | Poetry
In a lonely foreign field, where poppies gently weep; Many brave men, here were killed, in Flanders, Somme and Ypres. That they must fight, they questioned not; It was their obligation. So in these fields, their corpses rot, protecting their home nation. The blood of...
by Mark Rand | Mar 11, 2011 | Poetry
Government plots and their Peacekeeping schemes Do not account for the family’s dreams Whilst the military train and deploy The strain on their loved ones stifles all joy To keep on going without the knowing The fear of their fate constantly growing Then little...
by Mark Rand | Mar 11, 2011 | Poetry
Why did they have to die that day? In that insidious war Fear hidden with a brave display. In the trenches, their affray The blood and all the gore Why did they have to die that day? Death cast it’s grey fetid bouquet Artillery did frightfully roar Fear hidden...
