Red Poppies

Red Poppies grow Upon lapels Telling of War's untold hell Of green hills Pristine and groomed Marching crosses On the tombs Marching crosses Star of David Where Stars and Stripes Fluttered and wav'ed Of buddies lost Buried in cairns Of brothers. Sisters. Thus disarmed. Of need for morphine To end the pain Of bandages To staunch red stains To honor souls Under white snow Upon lapels Red Poppies grow. SoulSurvivor (C) 5/29/2016

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