from behind the tear stained glass
i rest my head against the wall
staring through the crowd of people
marching for the rememberence day parade.

it's shifting body moves through the fog
the neverending train of faces
that never spared a thought
for those who would rather forget.

with a drink in his hands
and memories engraved in his eyes
you know they scar a little more
with every passing day

my grandson tries to help me
every time he's here he does
he's always trying to get me
to laugh, or smile, just once.

but i turn away from him
his smiles always hurt me
i've seen his face a thousand times
smiling through his pain

i think i saw him
head of the parade, i swear
but he never spared a thought
for those who'd rather forget

with a drink in his hands
and memories engraved in his eyes
you know they scar a little more
with every passing day

and i'm forced to relive it
every fucking night
when we stepped on that beach
and were cut down, in a second

i remember running for the water
running from the death
and trying to escape the screams
and flames gathering around me

oh god, i remember running
i've dreamed it over and over
i swear, at least once i felt
movement where my legs used to be

with a drink in his hands
and memories engraved in his eyes
you know they scar a little more
with every passing day

i drain my drink and stare
at the parade of war outside
from my wheel-chair
more prison than transport

i never need a parade
to remember that day
i'll remember it forever
while i hate the rememberance day parade.

(c) RainDog 2008.