Charlie stood tall by a white cross
surrounded by thousands more
to the Living the cemetery empty
but he was not there on his own
by each one many others stared
more deaths added to the toll
as on that yearly memorial day
for their loss the living did pray!
Each one their futures were taken
generations that never existed
families still reflecting the void
as more joined a premature end
peace had never been reached
the mood charged with dread
infinite ghosts haunted the living
for the majority life unforgiving!
Once more Charlie could only view
as a spectator the growing queue!
#TheFoureyedPoet.
