Arthur Ng (11) | STAFF REPORTER
Bangs and shouts filled the air,
The skies were grey and dark
As death loomed overhead,
Seeking and taking,
Those who have met their end.
As the skies opened up,
With thunder as the drums of dread,
More blood spilt with each bang,
Ushered by death’s heralds,
When will this end?
Decades later, when the war had ended
There they laid upon the fields,
The nameless, the named, all fallen,
Now laid to rest within these fields,
With poppies as their blankets.
Time and time again,
The world wars with each other,
How tiresome, how troublesome
Is there no end,
To this madness?
As the dead sleep in peace,
We remember their service,
Their courage, their reason to fight,
Who they were, and their importance.
May they be blessed.
I pray that we shall remember,
To continue to honour the dead,
To give thanks for all their deeds,
For the sacrifices that they have made,
Lest we forget, of what they have done for us.