 French la Vie 11 November
2025-11-11 11:00 UTC by Corey
They left their youth for the hope of something they didn’t understand but believed
Their names are carved in stone,
-their bodies and blood fed our fields.
The wind carries the memories farther on.
Children from the town walk towards the memorial, just as others once did-
not knowing what lies ahead.
We read the names of long ago,
not knowing who they are,
and wonder –
We need not look far
to see that violence still lives.
Will there be more monuments
To root the sadness they hold?
The earth sleeps.
The stars light up the sky.
Nothing is for naught—
the dead,
the seeds,
and somewhere,
their souls are
in the air we breathe
Notes;
It began with a single shot,
the drumbeat spread across Europe.
Nations pulled one another into a war
For dominance, alliances, greed
and over 16 million were slaughtered—
soldiers, children, families—
Let memory guide us
to understanding,
and let our lives bear witness
to the weight of what has been,
so that we may always strive for understanding
and acceptance.
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