Colin F. Jones

REMEMBER THEM

There is weeping around the camp fires,
the flames are burning low,
shadow warriors tend the ironwood biers
of forgotten victims of the foe
who lost their homeland long ago,
but did not lose their soul.
And none beyond the camp fires know
that remembering makes them whole.
Think beyond the hype and fair;
let truth make sad the heart,
remember those who are not there
that with dignity they depart.
They were the finest of us all,
Who plied the warriors’ art.