To my Father who Honored this Day with Fervor

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Soaked in the Loss of 8 Million

Dead, Wasted and Mutilated

You Grew

Honoring them Religiously

Every November

the Sound of church Bells

Bugles

A Command to Memory

year after year

 the struggle for freedom

its Maintenance

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Vigilantly you moved ahead

Marked with the Impermanence

of your generation

it was shock

not surprise

When It Happened All Over Again

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You engaged yourself

as you knew They had,

the Millions who Fought

for your Freedom,

you Honored them

by never giving up

and Fighting for Ours

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