Millions and millions of crosses <br />standing in long rows. <br />Standing as a testament <br />of man’s inhumanity to man. <br />Their ages range low to high, <br />all casualties of a war <br />in which they answered <br />their counties call. <br />Their kin are long dead now, <br />but the crosses all bare a name <br />of someone who had they lived <br />might have gained fame <br />in another game. <br />However, here they lie <br />where the pretty flowers grow <br />after giving up their life <br />for their country. <br />Some are remembered <br />even to this day <br />for their acts of courage <br />others knew so well. <br />The others are just names <br />carved in memorials somewhere <br />as falling in a battle on a foreign soil. <br />All of them had a life <br />men, women and child alike. <br />A life they should have lived <br />and lived it to the full. <br />Now all they remain <br />is names on crosses <br />standing in long rows. <br /> <br /> <br />22 January 2008 <br /> <br />This is for all those whose lives have been stolen in wars throughout the centuries.<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-long-rows/