How could anyone forget?The falling never lived to know,
Many have lost one dear Soul,
Tyranny of power and cruelty never ends,
It is these wars which always send,
Soldiers' victorious and ever so brave,
Their spirits with us now;
As they are worshipped at those graves,
Another Remembrance Day of many solemn forms,
World Peace perhaps if they'd read a book of Psalms,
And now's the time of poppies dressed in red,
That we wear proud at our breasts,
For our many beloved dead.
