by Wendy Shone | Oct 8, 2007 | Poetry
Single Poppy standing still You grow because man will kill Your colour represents the dead The blood they lost becomes your red You bow your head and give a nod Another life you give to god.
by Wendy Shone | Oct 8, 2007 | Poetry
Life is lost and people cry Why so many have to die War causes such bitter pain Loved ones never seen again Ask the ones what they saw They will tell what is war Pain, blood many lives lost War is nothing but human cost Death and suffering all around So many bodies...
