If a battlefield be in the way of the rose
I myself will break ranks
for I can never tread on hope
as she has saved me when in dire jeopardy

This battlefield I call Earth
this unforgiving blue sphere
this is where I live
yet I live in disappointment

How young life is here
how short and fleeting
I hear the drums of doom
without remorse beating

Oh battlefield Earth
poppies to come
but their is no one left
no children to pick some

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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