A time will come when we forgive,

Though that time is not yet;

But even when forgiveness comes,

None of us will forget.

 

We won’t forget the agony,

The sadness and the waste;

We won’t forget the insults hurled

With puerile lack of taste.

 

We won’t forget our cities wrecked,

Our soldiers blown to bits;

We won’t forget the fearful nights,

The lethal missile hits.

 

We won’t forget the terror which

Caused millions to flee;

We won’t forget when your boys laughed

And killed our men with glee.

 

And we won’t forget the pretexts,

The half-truths and the lies,

The bare-faced fake denials

When someone this side dies.

 

Posterity demands no less

When history is made;

For open wounds to start to heal,

The present must not fade.