Poem to the unforgotten.

Athena crying again

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All of ninety years has come and past
Since I was laid beneath the grass
In that Great War that came to pass
But for me time has not run so fast
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Because I can still see the faces
Of young lads with faith and graces
Of all those different races
From so many different places
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That came to die among the living dead
Things that in ink and pen cannot be read
For Mother Nature brought the poppies red
In defiance of what cannot be said
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Both glorious and forever sad
Like something from the Iliad
Lost forever in the dyeing lad
In a world where the dead were glad
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For in youth it's not easy to be bold
And fight and die among the fold
And truth was a story to be told
By those so powerful and so cold
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They used the fear of shame
To try and stain the name
Of those that went insane
That could not stand the pain
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That died by their countryman's own hand
To have no place in a foreign land
To hear no glorious marching band
To be known as those that broke and ran
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For ninety years the pain of shame
Has been laid down by their name
And by those who carry the same
Has those who came and fort in vain
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But what would Athena have to say
If she look down upon this day
Though immortal eyes of bluey gray
To see us forgive those that broke away
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And forget those that held the foe at bay
For all those living souls we did betray
In the twilight of so many a day
And in their children, the men of today
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