The Poppy

 

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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Georgina Smith



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