Crimson petals

by | Nov 22, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

We stand, as poppy petals fall
Like crimson drops of blood,
For fallen soldiers, one and all,
Who died in Flanders’ mud.

We contemplate the young lives lost
In freedom’s noble cause,
The sacrifices and the cost
Of conflict, strife and wars.

We vow to learn to put an end
To bombs and weaponry,
And hope that one day we transcend
The inhumanity.

So wear your poppy now with pride,
To show the world you care,
And for those gallant men who died,
Lift up a grateful prayer.


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