Their numbers dwindle.
All
too soon they will be
But
a memory,
This
selfless generation of a nation
Sworn
to liberty.
A
world gone mad a second time,
The
coils unflailing yet again;
An
evil Axis from the Rising Sun to
Blitzkrieg’s
bitter train.
A
peaceful flock may be mistook,
Might
look as though they just don’t care.
But
woe to one who throws the stone
And
dares to wake the sleeping bear.
And
the hibernating masses rose
Unquestioning
the narrative,
They
gave and gave and then gave more
Til
there was nothing left to give.
So
many perished in the quest
To
bring perdition to an end.
A
generation sworn to serve;
We’ll
never see their likes again.
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