Sunday in November

Inspired by a remembrance Sunday service.

The children keep on shouting,

Shouting through the minutes silence,

Unknown to them this other world,

This world of death and violence.

They shout as they don’t know,

They don’t know what’s coming for them,

A world of death and war,

Of excitement, death and boredom.


The birds they chatter also,

This is none of their concern,

Just humans killing once again,

When will they ever learn?


But humans talking too,

Adults showing no respect,

Someone calls for quiet,

But the words have no effect.

Do they not know the reason

For this Sunday in November,

If we wish to bring home peace,

First we must remember.

The End

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