musings of a damned mind

re: humanity’s ability to actually learn something

and how we manage to have a ‘rememberance day’ without actually remembering.

The Memorial
 

Cover him over

With lilies stained blood red,

With poppies, and with primroses,

Black flowers o’er his head.

Cover him over

So his face we need not see,

His life need not remember,

Unchanged we may be.

He fought, he died for us,

For country and for king.

The least we can now do

Is avoid the memorial sting.

Build him a statue

So that we may forget.

Raise him high on podiums,

Of pain, but not regret.

Cover him over now,

So that we may go on,

And fight and kill again.

Remember him in song

But not in our actions,

In our deeds or thoughts,

So that we can go on killing,

On the past be caught.

Far be it for us to remember,

To maybe learn from the death,

Far be it form us to grow,

And stop choking their breath.

Remember him in marble,

So we may forget him.

Remember him in bronze,

And revel in the sin.

So cover him over,

With lilies stained blood red.

With poppies and with primroses.

And kill in his stead.