In Flounders field, we lay,
Still, isolated, cold,
They didn't even acknowledge us,
Or the other soldiers who fought for us,
Bravely, oh so brave, and boldly, so bold.
They forgot all about us,
As all we could do was lay,
They only remembered our bravery,
As they remembered the day.
The day where the last warriors fell,
The day where all fighting stopped,
The day where the allies won,
The day the guns were dropped.
Here is where poppies grew,
The first plant after the war,
But most of us never lived to see them,
This war cost many lives, and what for?
-TrevorTheToad39
