A Poppy abreast, stamping us all prisoners of war.
Will there ever be the day when there is no Warrior.
The blood red Poppy, symbol of death, sedation, pain relief, numbness, remembrance.
Will the poor flower ever recover, being cast in a most Heroic role.
I long for the day when there will be War no more.
No longer, any more, Prisoners of War.
No disrespect intended. My father fought in the Korean War. The only thing he ever said about it was that he was glad to get out of the army and into the air force because he didn't have to march for miles and miles anymore.