Parts of a Poppy

by | May 29, 2011 | Poetry | 0 comments

A red petal for those we have lost
Emerges each year, remember the cost
So many of our best lie underground
They have no ability to utter a sound
So it is to us it falls to speak for the dead
To ensure everyone now can be safe in bed
To make sure they didn’t die in vain.

In the black core I see
The evil that’s taken thee
dictators and Politician
Genocide and Religion
The Land and sea
People fight to free

A petal also can we find below
To me this one is honouring the fallen foe
They too fought for what they thought right
In the mud and the gore, the flashes in the night
They fell next to our own youthful gallant lost
Those in charge only weight the financial cost
Countries all learn from bloody history, war is insane


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