The battle is over,
The silence has come,
The last shot has been fired,
From the very last gun.

The landscape is broken,
The ground scarred and churned,
Scored, charred and darkened,
Where fires have burned.

From this land of the dead,
Grows a flower blood red,
And the fallen shall not be forgotten

Heather Foy

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-shall-remember-them/