Has our sacrifice
Been reduced to holidays,
Where tantalizing smoke rises up,
To embrace the envelope of merriment?
And are we remembered
When discounts are clipped from fingers,
And free days are met with exuberance?
The glee of celebration,
Is drowned by our remembrance,
Of brothers and sisters who’ve answered the final call.
There are no off days,
For memories that conjures up consciousness of longing,
Of times when life wasn’t so cruel,
And life would return to the ones we carry the burden for.
On this day
Is only a reminder.