Lest I Forget
My Mother never talked much about the war
And her Brothers talked even less
Even when I would ask what it was for
She would just say “please give it a rest”
She preferred to talk about the peace it won
And the end of the evil hellish reign
The new day of enlightenment begun
From the ashes of all the lose and pain
My mother hated politics and the word smiths on the write
Trying to change history to suit themselves
And to record it as if only one side was right
Ignoring all the past still to be read upon the shelves
I hope I never dishonour her or her brothers and all who died
But to still see war after war I know someone has lied
My Mother never spoke much about the fight
That killed so many millions over words
Never condemned who was wrong or right
Only the mentality that treated people as herds
She preferred to just remember it was won
And the world again returned to one of peace
New friends made and new loves begun
And only ever tried to smile and to please
My mother though would cry at the thought
That the world had forgotten when war returned
Korea, Malaysia and Vietnam as if nothing ever taught
Nineteen years after she died I wonder what we learnt
Honour all those who have sacrificed for you
Never forget all and what died in World War Two.
22.33 Australian EST 28th September 2010
Copyright Gregory John O’Flaherty
My Mother was the youngest of nine children. She and most of her siblings signed up for duty during the second World War.
I don’t know what she would say about todays wars. i know she would cry.
I wrote this while watching a documentary about Japanese soldiers.
I cried while writing it.