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Poetry from within
   

Don't Forget Today


For those who fell from our own guns

Who comrades scorned and others shunned

Who lost their lives whilst trying to cope

With things we never will I hope



There was no mercy no medical name

No cries of pity as they piled on shame

That those then leaders of our lads

Killed many boys, so wrong so bad



And after all these years of wrong

We say youíre pardoned, again belong

But if you were one of those lads

Would you feel happy or even glad?



The name is cleared at last itís true

But way back then the shame was cruel

The muttering of the names they shot

Must have been awful, a social blot



If one of those could come back here

To this time now this very year

Theyíd step down here from heavens cloud

And say these words to all aloud



Our names are cleared Iím glad to say

But watch our lads who fight today

Donít wrong them now for what they do

They face the terror unlike you



If their behaviour seems so wrong

If they do things which donít belong

Then remember us we were the same

Donít condemn them, donít you blame



Only once you face such horror

Can you become judge or juror

Donít condemn them from back at home

When our boys fight out there alone



Alone they are inside their head

They see their friends become the dead

We are not all the same inside

Not all can cope and that is life



Better still help them mend

Treat their wounds on them attend

Please accept that they like we

Were wounded by "humanity"

Mac Macdonald


FootNote: This was written for those who were shot at dawn and to remind us that still today people in war change and do what are seen as terrible things. I wonder what we'd do if WE were those people in such terrible situations?