Lines

Here are two lines

Do not fear, they do not run deeper.

No blood was spilt, but harm they may,

They serve a memory for Today.

One is honour, one is strife,

But each will never take a life.

Drawn on in ink to remember

What was forgotten

Now or fornever.

To lines stand here

Small and sickly

A cryptic note to those who care.

To those who don't please - don't dare

From bonheur in a farway land

God, father and little lambs

Little innocence

Not one understands

Two lines lie here

for not all to see

One is honour, one is strife,

They serve a memory for Today.

LC