In Memoriam

A parade for the fallen hero

A kiss for the grieving widow

Body parts in a plastic holdhall

Stacked away in a concrete silo

Lest we ever forget

Lest we ever forget

Lest we ever forget

Lest we ever forget

Monument to the unknown soldier

Wreaths are laid at the cannon’s echo

Broken limbs on a makeshift stretcher

Shattered minds at her majesty’s pleasure

Lest we ever forget

Lest we ever forget

Lest we ever forget

Lest we ever forget

When the city is razed, how sweet it is

When the missiles explode, how sweet it is

When the refugees flee, how sweet it is

When the mass graves are dug, how sweet it is

In memoriam

For all the wars that are yet to come

For those not on parade

For those who will never be displayed

Lest we ever forget

Lest we ever forget

Lest we ever forget

Lest we ever forget

(Cornet, Ellen Smith; musical arrangement and production, Chris Quick, Leeds 2017)