My family history is foremost in my mind today, remembering our family’s lost ones who gave their life’s so we could have a future.
Some lay in unmarked graves and others in Victoria country parks war cemetery after loosing their futures to protect ours.
A sadness washes over me as I think about how their life’s could have been and what they gave up to protect us.
It’s so sad that the young ones have no clue to what we sat in silence for and I fear that they will be forgotten.
War is cruel and pointless, religion has an evil part of our history and has caused more deaths at the hands of pure evil men and women who really do believe they kill for the greater good. GOD!!!
But really WHY would you even think about killing for a god you have never seen or heard.
For a book that we really don’t know where it came from or even who wrote it.
It makes no sense, no sense at all.
All those life’s lost, for a god that we don’t even know if he is real.
And they blame it on their beliefs when all they really want is power.
Maybe before you pack your bags to go and fight a war that isn’t even ours to fight, you should think about the reason you may give your life for.
And remember this poem.
One day your own family could be wearing a Poppie for you.
“The inquisitive mind of a child”
Why are they selling poppies, Mummy? Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy. Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief. For the men who never came back.
But why, Mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child.
For the world is forgetting again.