11.11.11

The last of the heroes are gone
from that terrible war long ago.
The memories fade one by one,
but the scars that remain still heal slow

As distance and time travel on,
new heroes are made and pass by.
The white stone looks down on them all
and the mothers and children still cry

So what have we learned through these years,
have the lessons, hard taught, touched us yet;
or is the pain washed away with the tears
so that we just forget. Lest we forget.