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Our Brown Skinned Dead
by
Gary Westwood
On your Remembrance Day
Don’t forget your glorious dead
But perhaps, this time,
Remember me instead.
I’m the brown skinned warrior
I fought for your king too,
No one ever thinks of me,
Not even those I knew.
The mud, the wire and bullets
Were just as real for me
A soldier of your empire
From lands across the sea.
I attacked, just like your own
With bayonet and lance
On suicidal charges
Across the mud of France.
So in your time of silence
When prayers may fill your head,
Think of me, just once
Your faithful, brown skinned dead.
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