FALLEN COMRADES

 

                                           FALLEN COMRADES

                                                

Stoic, shoulder to shoulder, as sculpt in stone,

sombre silence, memories dim, together, alone.

 

 Ranks rapidly diminish, years fly,

 will generations know for whom they cry?

 

 Sadly, over centuries humans suffer grief, pain,

 zealots, nationalism, religion, guilty, youth slain.

 

 Globally, lives shattered, as struck by bolts of lightning,

 manipulated masses cursed by greed, frightening.

 

 Take positive action, not another deadly sin,

 do unto others you wish for yourself, true faith of religion.

 

Dedicated to Flt.Sgt “Mo” M W Shapir,

Rear Gunner, Wireless Operator,

shot down Middle East,

2^nd World War 15^th August 1942.

24 years old.

 

 

Alan Pinkus                                                             alpinkuspoetry.blogspot.com