Silent whispers in the night.
Never ever seen the light.
War cries echo through the rain:
A constant reminder of those men slain.

Battered remnants of what lay here…
They have not age nor strife nor fear.
Natural memorial that it yields
’Neath the poppies at Flanders Fields.

As we mourn those we’ve never met,
We etch on gravestones: “Lest we forget”