GASLIGHT CHARADE

“Remembrance is our duty”, preachers scold.

The duty’s yours, not mine; my conscience? Clear.

I’ve stood on duty, rain, hail, freezing cold,

Protesting first the lies, then deaths, then tears.

 

Remembrance, once in quiet grief-struck thought,

Derides now, that their warm red blood had run.

The flower of our hope’s debased and mocked,

Out on parade with Strictly Tit and Bum.

 

Remembrance now, conspires with Death’s machine,

The Prince of Peace is spat on, crowned with thorns.

No moral compass, but a weather vane

To filthy lucre points, the Fallen, scorned.

    Dear flower of hope, bloom always in my heart,

    My duty’s vowed to thee; peace is our art.

This poppy was made for me by the Granddaughter of an airman who had earned the DFC (Distinguished Flying Cross UK), having, amongst other missons, flown over Stuttgart, one of the most heavily defended German cities in WW2.

 

Remembrancethe Fallendutyconsciencepeace

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Tue 15th Nov 2022 14:30

I'm very touched by all your kind comments and likes, and chuffed that it was recognisable as a sonnet.
That means so much to me.🌷

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Rose Casserley

Sun 13th Nov 2022 12:51

ACE! and then some!







Rose 💋

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John Botterill

Sat 12th Nov 2022 09:46

Absolutely superb, Uilleam. I agree with all the sentiments expressed, Great poem! 😎

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Bethany Sallis

Fri 11th Nov 2022 23:51

Stunning, moving, and yes, extremely powerful.
Thank you Uilleam.

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John Coopey

Fri 11th Nov 2022 19:55

Powerful sonnet, Uilleam. and passionately read.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 11th Nov 2022 16:15

A powerful, heartfelt piece, Uilleam.

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