Poppies grown rosy,
from my comrades souls.
Stained red with their own murderous goals.
Their life force ****** dry, and now it flows,
Into the soil through the meadows.
Crowns of lead bullets adorn many a 'hero's' head.
Many a crying widow and widower longing for the dead.
Young daughters and sons who stand on their fallen's bed.
This is where the everlasting hate is spread.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 3:55 PM UTC
Poppies grown rosy,
from my comrades souls.
Stained red with their own murderous goals.
Their life force ****** dry, and now it flows,
Into the soil through the meadows.
Crowns of lead bullets adorn many a 'hero's' head.
Many a crying widow and widower longing for the dead.
Young daughters and sons who stand on their fallen's bed.
This is where the everlasting hate is spread.
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