I do not know
25 April 2015
MICHAEL DOM
An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
I do not know what made them go,
Those brave young blokes so long ago,
Those faithful sons you sent to war.
Was it glory, mateship, honour;
For freedom, from violent foe?
And when they fell, so far from home,
Did their souls rest whence they had roamed?
Does God forgive you their horror?
I do not know.
Many died young, still bright and bold.
Their hopes and dreams did not unfold.
We, who now live by their valour,
Spend just one dawn to remember;
Will we keep faith as day grows old?
I do not know.
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