Remembrance: Mendacium?
Published on 11/11/19
By Emily
‘Dulce et decorum est’ wrote Owen,
But that might have been a lie,
Told to generations of men,
Who were about to die
Some made the sacrifice
bursting with pride,
Others met their end
Uncertain, terrified
No matter which was right
We remember them same
They both changed our world,
And we love what it became
Even though this happened
Long before my years
Their memories live on
Through poetry, poppies and tears
The horrors of those soldiers,
We must never forget,
To stop the future wars
That no one’s started yet