Wearing the Poppy at the Cenotaph. 11th November 2002.
There they will be, again this year,
Standing straight and true,
But where are those we remember each year?
They died, for love of YOU.
How could they know it was all in vain?
That they gave their lives for naught,
Whilst they were so brave and valiant,
It was for “today’s” weak men, that they fought.
Weak men that betrayed even the memory
Of those that fought in the wars,
Yet they wear the flower of remembrance,
Theirs is the shame, not yours.
Anne Palmer