Another Remembrance Sunday 

Dragooned from their lives of toil

they marched in serried ranks,

and now they lie in serried rows

far from home ‘neath foreign soil.

We remember, if but once a year,

and for their courage give thanks;

but was their sacrifice all in vain?

(no lessons learnt, I fear).

Are their souls, wherever they reign,

tormented by eternal sorrows?