I never saw the war.
Was never unlucky enough,
To hear the cried of young children,
Being torn away from their mothers and fathers,
By soldiers or by death.
Never smelled the rancid scent,
Of bodies being burned,
Just for having an existence,
Or for living differently.
Have never felt what it feel,
To have the ones I love,
Ripped out of my arms,
And separated from me for,
But I have heard stories,
And I have been taught,
So I do realize,
Just how horrible a war can get.
With soldiers lying still,
Having lost their lives,
Fighting for other that they never met,
How can we forget how horrible war is?
How can we forget how brutally people died?
How can we forget families who lost each other?
On days of rememberance,
Let's not forget what happened then,
So we can prevent it from happening now,
Or again, at any time in the future.
I never saw the war,
I hope I never have to.
Crystal Hayes 2002
*Written on Rememberance Day*
