In remembrance of all guardians of our freedom who have paid the ultimate price
And are they gone to Arcady
where poppies loose no opiate dream,
nor memories of blood-inebriated soil?
Cobweb-frail, some staggered on,
mazed by sulphur stars of a millennial dawn,
torch-bearers of conquering
Was it for this, and this, and this,
they stood their ground in slimy human dissolution?
A Guernica before the fact
Was it for fool's gold richesse,
lush fields where children cannot safely roam,
and sharded streets from plunder?
Did they foresee the Crown despised
and governmental sleight of hand,
fables of Emperors' new clothes?
Vicarious and virtual the life
they died for, suffered Armageddon for,
kept fast the vault of Satan for
But they bequeathed green liberty,
imperilled now by wanton greed to halting red
Must we chance a Pyrrhic victory?
Causes Rosy Cole Supports
World Vision, International Prison Outreach, Salvation Army, Emmaus Project, Poor Clares, DogsTrust, BUAV (against animal testing) WWT (Wildfowl &...