[A little late for a Rememberance day poem but nevermind]

Upon a slab in every town,
Lays the list of honoured dead,
A silent and clean reminder,
Of the blood that once flowed.

A Monument,
Cold and Hard,
Like the bodies,
The bodies that rest in Flander’s Field.

That Monument,
It stands unnoticed,
By many, Un-honoured,
And the few who notice?
Do they remember?
The blood that once flowed?

The monument, though oft’ forgot,
Is also a warning,
That cannot be ignored,
Lest More Bodies fall.

We have forgotten,
The sacrifices,
The Bodies,
The Lessons,
Because the Blood still flows!