What’s he selling? I hear her ask
She doesn’t see my face’s mask
She looks up at Daddy, and asks again
Not seeing how she’s causing pain.

They’re poppies my love. Small flowers, that’s all.
buying one helps stop another person fall
Why are you crying Daddy? I hear her say
Are you hurt ? Is everything okay?

It’s okay my love, please don’t be scared
Daddy is okay, just unprepared
How to tell that young face of all those lost
The lives young and old, the terrible cost

The mummies and daddies, the daughters and sons
All gone up to heaven, all taken by guns
That we have to remember and learn from the past
so our children and theirs will know peace at last.