A Poppy Red.

 

A poppy red

To remember the dead

Who fought and died

Side by side

For God and country

To keep us free

These men and women

They died for me

Do we remember the sacrifice

Made on the battlefields?

Pain and death and injury

The freedom won.

You say ‘history’

NO

The sacrifices are still made

The fields are still blood red

And somewhere in the world

A bullet is released.

And loved ones die for freedom

Loved ones die for peace.

A final sacrifice of one

On some far off shore.

I’ll cry until the morning

For those who’ve gone before.

 

Dedicated to Benjamin Whatley

and all those in the armed forces

who have Gone before.


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Georgina Smith


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