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Friday, 8 May, 2020

Lockdown! Drink up! Celebrate VE
Day! The Greatest Generation, and
All that. Let the whole nation band
together in pious sentimentality

Over Something most know only from TV
Or films. "Remember!" - I truly don't understand
What's meant by that, however grand
The tone. What about what? For me,

Of course, it can mean my dad -
But that's just it: I actually do
Recall their humdrum faces, their elsewhere eyes.
Sanctification is an insult to the sad,
Haunting truth they lived through.
We are celebrating lies.
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