forever the fields flow
the screams were once songs
happier times once upon a time
there is no rhyme
in this land of no time
for the memories are so pale
maybe a vale
definitely a wail
when the shots hit
they wished they missed
instead they kissed
like those poppies that lit
the soil grew red
in this ongoing hatred
the times grew hard
no time for a card
death is near
it is easy to hear
beneath the patriotic cheer
beneath those lovers dear
beneath their unfavourable fear
beneath that collective tear
life is tough
but never that rough
ever again
this pain
I hope not
for those poppies will rot
forgotten forever
