Be Loyal To The Royal!

When the Royal British Legion Began its ministry, There was no quick completion, No finished certainty. Instead, there was a battle, That went from war-to-war... When souls were sold as chattel, Possessions, nothing more... Yet men weren't born for ditches And pain and grief and mud... For each soul has its riches Beyond each dropp of blood. Each man still has a family, In Heaven or on Earth... That's why we wear the poppy, Remembrance has its worth. The noble know their value, They don't need preaching to. They know what men have been put through. Each had his job to do... Yet charity still beckons us, A duty to perform... Beyond the thoughts we can't discuss, Beyond the raging storm. The welfare needs of others Are here this very day. If helping's not above us, Then God will lead the way... Support the Legion's service now In sacrificial love. By simply asking who and how Is really not enough... There's so much more that's left to do Beyond the where and why. The biggest question mark is YOU... Don't pass the Legion by. Remembrance isn't once a year, Observed and then dismissed. Remembrance isn't just a tear Or tears if griefs persist. Remembrance is a lifetime In which to do our best. It's 'Buddy, can you spare a dime? ' And not how well you're dressed. It's offering a helping hand... Like others have before... For all across this noble land Are hearts still marked by war...