What are those medals

You sometimes wear upon your breast

The ones with the bright ribbons

Are they to show you were the best


Did you get them for going to war

Are they for being very brave

Did you have to kill someone

Did you run and your friend save


Will I one day have to follow you

And have medals for daring do

To fight against our enemies

Will I have to protect you

Oh my child!

The medals are a reminder

That I was one who survived

I wear them to remember 

Those who alongside me died

I hope you never have to go

That peace will be all you know

I dream of the day –

I truly hope it’s yours

They cease to give out medals

To reward the failures of man

And when that day arrives my child

Perhaps you will understand

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