They’ll march and they’ll remember
Deaths in foreign fields
The Falklands and Afghanistan
And Passchendaele’s proud bield
A hundred years remembering
Each soldier’s dying day
And monuments at home we’ll build
Remembering the fray
But Christ said in Gethsemane
To put away the sword
Those who live that way will die
This his fateful word
He let himself be taken
For death comes late or soon
And on the cross forsaken
It ended in a tomb
There is a way of living
That leads to endless life
And a road we call forgiving
That helps us end the strife
Suffering will come to all
It’s how we bear it now
That separates the holy ones
And keeps the sacred vow
Brian Fahy
13 November 2022
Erris Poetry 