Just in case I dont get on fbook again in time for nov 11... It was Remembrance Day at the Cenotaph The rain was falling fast The queen was there with her entourage Watching the Old Comrades march past. There were wreaths of scarlet flowers And we wore our poppies with pride The brass bands played funeral music And one or two people cried. When Big Ben chimed eleven We solemnly bared our heads And stood for the two minutes silence To remember the glorious dead. It was at that sacred moment That I heard an eerie sound A ghastly, ghostly stirring Seemed to come from under the ground. And a voice rose up out of the darkness A voice that was coarse and ill bred Saying I am the voice of the fallen And I am the voice of the dead. I speak for the silent slaughtered The ones who rot under the grass And we dont want your two minutes silence So stuff it up your arse. Then I thought I heard an explosion And a kind of a sob or a laugh And a strange aroma of corpses Hung round the Cenotaph. The Queen stood straight as a ramrod And none of the mourners stirred In spite of the two minutes silence No-one had heard a word. Though it seems a small bunch of fanatics Had tried to dishonour the day By shouting Remember Iraq But they were soon hustled away Then the two minutes silence was over And we heard the wind and the rain And from Horse Guards Parade a gun sounded And normal life started again. It was Remembrance Day at the Cenotaph The queen was dressed in black And the bishop conducted a service For those who never came back. -Leon Rosselson
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 20:06:48 +0000
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