I think of the others who never came home,
It’s them we’re here to remember.
The battles, the wounds, the fear,
The thousands, the millions who died.
And a church bell tolls the hour
The millions of ghosts, who perished
Without even signing up for the fight.
There’s a plaque on the church wall
A local resistance remembered.
And a breeze moves, the band plays.
We lay our flowers in remembrance,
Officials with wreaths, children with tulips
The band marches off the square
The crowd melts back to their lives
One minute of silence. So small a tribute.