We are Forgotten


Horses are prisoners of death's grey land
We have no place here
In the great hour of destiny we stand
Each of us with no hatred in our hearts
Soldiers are sworn to action; we are forced
We ride; all of us losing our lives
Horses are dreamers; this is not our war
We think of peace; man thinks of knives

We are the horses,  shot down days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
We had homes and now we are dead
Lying in Flanders fields

Dulce at decorum est pro patria mori
It’s sweet and right to die for your country
That is a lie for man and horse
For soldiers they are remembered
For horses our deaths are worthless

You are alive and we are dead
Dead in memories, years condemn us
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We are forgotten

Grace
Year 9

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