The Poem




The Merchant Seamen

No poppies wave above our heads
Or mark the place where we must sleep

Below the oceans wild and wide
Our resting place is in the deep

Out of the night torpedoes came
To start the roar of flash and flame

The stink of burning oil and then
The cries of all the dying men

We ask you not to call us brave
For we volunteered 'tis true

We gave our lives so you could live
And asked no thanks from you

Armed forces from around the world
Put their lives upon the line

Just the same as we did
Having faith in the divine

The wolf packs now no longer roam
And peace then brought the heroes home

No poppies wave above our heads
But we are gone and long dead

So let us not forget the crew
Of merchant ships in battle too

The merchant seamen played their part
Remember them with all your heart



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