The poppies grow,
Row by row,
They bleed the life of fights,
They show gone off lights...
No one runs over this field,
Bring the memory of explosive yield,
From upon it...
The lands are covered in a colour so deep,
No one dares not to peep,
The land screams out in pain,
Earth stays alive but strained...
Its own people have killed upon it,
People spit, bit and hit...
Upon it...
People were herded on these lands,
But does it cause for these demands?
Where is our reminiscence of the event?
The earth screams out to stop torment,
Not one person understands this chill,
These men were ill,
Upon Earth's land...
It could not cope with the wrong,
Soldiers do not belong,
Peace and love has just gone,
Eve ruined this all along,
She stole the apple from the tree,
When will you finally see,
You brought this upon yourself...
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The hand of peace-ful is shaken.
ReplyDeleteI read of love that was taken.
A battle reaps blood to win a war,
I'm not a soldier, so comment no more.
But for what reason should it be unspoken,
ReplyDeleteWe left many hearts completely broken,
Yet everything we did was to force a end,
To what was known as a 'defend'.
So now remember the many lost,
And everything they crossed.