Poppies bleed
Alongside our young soldiers head
As he awaits inevitable death
Not fear, but love is on his mind instead.
While poppies bleed he wonders
“Does my family know my love?”
Why didn’t I express it more?
Oh all the opportunities I should have!”
While poppies bleed he listens
To the cries of his fellow men
“Will our lives be lost for something?
Or in vain did I loose another friend?”
Today the poppies bleed in the silence
Of millions of lives lost
Let us thank these men and women for our freedom
Lest we never forget its cost.
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