Blood Red Poppy Fields

Lay me down upon the hard ground

To hear the Earth tremble

With the mighty feet of a thousand men

Dashing to protect the World again

From a thousand feet of other men

Close my eyes to drift along skies

Filled with the smoke of gun powder

Rumblings of missile carriages fill my ears

My taste buds swollen with murder

Youth taken from duty bound faces

Lay me down upon Poppy clad ground

That my bosom might warm the dead

Whose blood was shed for our Lives

In a fight countries had led

For Freedoms so few understood

Smoke cleared way by thousand year breeze

Sounds silenced by young lives long dead

Freedom found within each head

Mothers left with emptied arms

As the Poppy Fields grow forever ~ blood Red.

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