Remember poem

They ask me where I've been,

and what I've done and seen.

But what can I reply,

who knows it could not of been me.

who went across the sea,

and with my head and hands.

I killed lots of men in foreign lands,

though I must bear the blame,

because he bore my name.

They shall not grow old,

as we have no-one to hold.

Age should not weary them,

nor the years condemn.

At the going down of scorching sun,

and in the morning.

We will remember them,

We will remember them.

by Tareeq and Vinnie