The battle is over, <br />The silence has come, <br />The last shot has been fired, <br />From the very last gun. <br /> <br />The landscape is broken, <br />The ground scarred and churned, <br />Scored, charred and darkened, <br />Where fires have burned. <br /> <br />From this land of the dead, <br />Grows a flower blood red, <br />And the fallen shall not be forgotten<br /><br />Heather Foy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-shall-remember-them/
