Armistice

He lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,

when a thoughtful hush falls, as battles cease

and our silence reflects over the years.

He comes home battered and torn by his fears

in nightmarish dreams that will never decrease

he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears.

Weary soldiers greeted by grateful cheers,

from the pits of war, a brief release

and our silence reflects over the years.

As they battled on those hellish frontiers,

and life was lost at a bullet's caprice,

he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,

From private soldiers to the brigadiers,

our sovereignty became their golden fleece

and our silence reflects over the years.

The words of remembrance ring in our ears

in heartfelt hopes and prayers for blesséd peace

he lowers his hat as she wipes her tears,

and our silence reflects over the years.

(C)2009, Jem Farmer