Lest We Forget
At the eleventh
hour of the eleventh day
in the eleventh month...we pause to remember
A scarce two minutes of silence to honour
the dead
whose lives were
sacrificed in war
The grey November sky mourns peace
as soldiers aim their guns at the clouds
and fire a salute to their fallen forefathers
The boom of their rifles is so loud
it triggers an outrage of car alarm sirens
which mock the
memorial ceremony
All through the long moment of shattered
silence
ironic horns
honk in rhythmic monotony
as the alarm systems go through their
repertoire of noise
sirens wailing like an incoming aerial
bombardment
bells and whistles whistling Dixie at
the good old boys
This year sabres are rattling south of
the border
The broken silence speaks louder than
words
Lest we forget who freedom's real enemies
are
the spirit of
Truth (war's first casualty)
demands to be heard
November 11, 2002
© 2006 Gary Lee