8TH MAY 1945



This year represents 75 years since WW2 in Europe ended, freedom was restored, fascism was defeated and both my now dead granddads got to get back home to the land they’d left behind. Without those two men I wouldn’t exist.


Let the ghosts of soldiers travel light
Through the gravestones and the moonless night
Till they make it back to the home they left behind

Let their memory persist
And never be dismissed
The price of freedom never undermined

Let their names be shouted out
From here, there and all throughout
The liberated lands of human kind

Forget them and their history
Then there was no glorious victory
Just wasted tombstones standing in a line

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I think I’ll adapt this one into a song. Right now my song ‘All Winter Long’ is the closest to capturing the emotions of dark days left behind. I hope you enjoy;

As ever, if any poets out there are interested in having your poems turned into songs then click here to check it out: POETRY TO SONG

If you are looking for all my other music then you’ll find it to download on BANDCAMP or you can stream and/or make a playlist of it on SPOTIFY

Copyright © 2018 the song; 2020 the words – Zoolon Audio. All rights reserved. Unauthorised copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance and broadcasting prohibited.

35 thoughts on “8TH MAY 1945

  1. I wrote a piece for Huff Post a few years back, criticising the concept of women’s boxing. The beasting I took from the fair sex in the comments section left me more battered and bruised than a wet lettuce after 15 hard rounds with Tyson Fury. 🙂

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      1. That’s the 60,000 dollar question. If you held a gun to my head I would go for Tyson by knockout, probably in the later stages. However, heavyweight fights are so tricky to call. One lucky punch and it’s lights out for the recipient. 🙂


  2. This is, well I overuse the word great, but such an excellent poem, George. By coincidence only, I just received this photo of my grandmother’s uncle who served in the Union Army during the Civil War, and imprisoned in Georgia.

    Sent from my iPad



  3. Cool photo. Perspective is everything. The poem was beautiful and I have trouble with most poetry (if something doesn’t rhyme a bit or is too abstract, I lose interest). I hope you do craft that into a song. Do use a steel guitar at all?

    Love the song. Dude, you belong on the radio. Awesome.

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    1. Thanks. I’ve been getting some radio plays recently. I’ve a lot of guitars but not steel, plus it’s a method of playing I rarely play around with. Thanks again ~ George

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    1. Thanks Anne. I’m still trying to play around with these words into what I hope will be an epic song. No luck yet though. Thanks again ~ George


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