History of Sorts

In quiet solemnity, we stand,
Upon this hallowed ground,
Where memories, like whispers, span
Through ages that surround.

Each name is engraved, a sacred thread
That binds the past to now,
In hearts, the echoes of the dead,
Their legacy, we vow.

On this fourth of May, we pause,
To honour those who fell,
Their sacrifice, our guiding cause,
Their stories, we retell.

In fields of peace or oceans deep,
Their rest, eternal grace,
In our remembrance, let us keep
Their valour and embrace.

For every soul, a silent plea,
For peace to reign once more,
In reverence, we bend the knee,
Their spirits to restore.

So let us gather, hearts entwined,
And let our tears be shed,
In memory of humankind,
On this, the day we tread.

May love and mercy ever flow,
In every word and deed,
In honour of the ones we know,
And those whose names we read.