Remembrance Isn’t what it used to be

                        Remembrance Isn’t what it used to be

    I’m sat watching the great band of the Royal Marines
    remembering my dad and his mates, who were at that      
    scene
    Ready to serve their country for freedom, for King and
   Queen
    Knowing they volunteered to fight an enemy,
    inhumanely mean.

    They are screening the Royal British Legion festival of
    remembrance
    on the telly to entertain us and allow all to show the
    fallen reverence,
    though who is at the Royal Albert Hall, who should not
    be there at all?
    our cowardly Prime Minister, with self serving desire
    sought to administer,
    against the hard battles won in awful wars, an evil
   Brexit, most sinister.
    When men & women gave their lives for peace and for
    precious freedom
    to unite all Europe to be a force for good, for life and     
    honest reason.

    What have they done, these evil Tory men, dividing us
    and countries when,
    the  world needs a healthy and strong, democratic    
    European Union,
    to maintain balance, safe haven and a counter to those
    who threaten,
    to  create acts of self harm, a cynical vandalism against
    our freedom.

    We have become exposed to darker and more evil
    foreign threats
    than any membership of the European Union could upon
    us beget.
    When you stand to cheer the NHS, or wear a poppy on
    your breast,
    remember well what we have lost and who has caused
    such tragic loss.

    I will always wear my poppy with pride and great
    thankfulness
    to those who serve us and do our dirty work, which I
    must profess
    let’s us all speak freely without fear, reprisal,  or of evil
    arrest.
    So remember well as you sit at rest, to give thanks, lest
    we regret.

    Boris cast us aside while he, paraded as a human being
    of integrity.
    It makes me sad at the cenotaph to see, those who rule
    having a laugh
    at our expense and disrespectfully insulting those, who
    did not last.
    It always make me sad to see, those who stand,
    pretending to offer dignity
    but do not think of those who gave to keep us free, from
    fascist depravity.
    I will always thank those who made sacrifice, so I can
    sleep in peace at night.
    It’s not about God save the Queen, or of being there just
    to be seen
    But to be of honest and good intent, to honour those
    whose lives were spent
    to give us hope of a world from which to gain, a life
     worth living without pain.
    On Remembrance Sundays give thanks to those who
    served us well
    who did not know of climate change, or the perverse
    political desire to sell,
    to give away our precious environment who on self
    serving avarice are intent.
    I wish I had the humility, the intelligence , the strength
    and the integrity
    to do real good within this world, which needs more
    help than I can invent.
    It’s a dreadful mess this world at risk, of falling over a
    climate disaster cliff
    A world where greedy men predominate, just to selfishly
    accumulate
    obscene wealth unnecessary and mean, depriving those
     who will die unseen
    because the focus has been so wrong and will perish us
    all from their own swan song
    They do not care a jot it seems, for humanity, the poor,
    the land, sea and streams.
    Are they so devoid of imagination that they cannot see
    their degradation.

    I find people wonderful, precious, gifted with abilities
    and great intention
    Who deliver up such wonders, support and love from
    dogged determination
    To do well for the unfortunates in our nation, or have the
    creative talent           
    which inspires us all to strive for something of a higher
    human intent
    Who paint, or write, who play music that restores the
    soul, against all the  odds
    That politicians try to claim as their own, just to get
     votes, the evil sods.