Poppy walked the streets by day
she cried in the allies at night
she's still a kind and generous lady
who through circumstance had lost the fight
The vacant look in her eyes
dirt on her face that some despise
but if you gave her the time of day
wise words she would always say
People call her a down and out
but that's not what she's about
for from the front she had come
and no more would she hold a gun
She is a forgotten hero
and now she's a zero
she keeps her medals in her pocket
in a tissue next to her false teeth
One of the many now forgotten
one who's life now is rotten
this is Poppy the hero
this is one of the forgotten
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC
Poppy walked the streets by day
she cried in the allies at night
she's still a kind and generous lady
who through circumstance had lost the fight
The vacant look in her eyes
dirt on her face that some despise
but if you gave her the time of day
wise words she would always say
People call her a down and out
but that's not what she's about
for from the front she had come
and no more would she hold a gun
She is a forgotten hero
and now she's a zero
she keeps her medals in her pocket
in a tissue next to her false teeth
One of the many now forgotten
one who's life now is rotten
this is Poppy the hero
this is one of the forgotten
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
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