I wish we wore no poppies
to remind us of our loss
No annual parade
at which we count the cost

I wish we'd gotten smart enough
to see nobody wins a war
Instead we let our minds be washed
over what they're fighting for

And fifty, sixty years from now
they'll ask what it was about
And we'll struggle to remember
of that I have no doubt

But it seems for now the past
holds a lesson we won't learn
Because frankly there's more profit
in watching the world burn