The Poppy

by | Nov 9, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

Red as blood, black as night
Reminds us of the soldiers fight
They fight oppression and the tyrants reign
And they free the people to live again

They experience the pain and the horrors of war
Away from their loved ones on a far off shore
And when the ultimate price is paid
And on English soil their bodies are laid

We will remember their bravery
We will remember their family
Bodies broken and nightmares seen
We will remember where they have been

We will remember their sacrifice
To go into darkness and bring some light.
Wear it with pride, this poppy red
Wear it with pride to honour the dead.


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