Wednesday, 11 November 2015


We stand by these flowers
The colour of blood
Who grew from deaths
And decay in the mud

They rain and reign over
The fear in the sand
But still pointlessness of war
We don't understand

To kill is to lose
A part of our soul
And with deaths in our name
The nation loses as a whole

We all have the stickiness
Of blood on our hands
And attached to our lapels
Which convention demands

So let's bleach these flowers
Like the bones of the dead
Let's send out a signal
For something else instead

Not the glory of war
Honour of death in a fight
But for solidarity in peace
Wear a poppy that is white

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