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This is the roll call for the people who care.
Shout to be heard! I know you're out there.
To all that do not, I say let it be known
You deserve nothing in life you see as your own.
This is the Standard that we'll form up behind.
Fashioned for sacrificed slaves of the blind.
Men who gave their all, and how little that was
Didn't matter a jot in the name of their cause.
This is the rank and file of respect,
For those whose memory time will neglect.
We'll stand to attention, if just once a year.
Appreciating the fact that we can stand here.
This is the chest that no medals adorn.
Pride still intact, though no uniform worn.
The mindset is pacifist, not thankful for war.
But thankful for service, and all it stood for.
This is the field where the poppy still grows.
No stench of cordite to offend my nose.
This is the world where the soldier still dies.
This is the world. Led not by the wise.
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