succumbed to the moment of loved ones distress, I weep with heart fullness address.
Every son blindly into war, courageous at a score, death doth not become a pure boys heart, he never so young was meant to depart.
Adorn a poppy not for the pleasure of conflict, nor for the conflict of pleasure, nor for the worth of having a measure. Adorn a poppy if one must for the innocence of a youthful gust.
If one must die, a necessary cause or just, not a decision of a greedy must
fight against repression of soulful will
Not the chance of a financial kill
we have enough ornaments,
on a window sill.
This day gives for a child who blindly gave his life, for the husband of a grieving wife, for the soldier who lived and died by the knife, one cannot repair a heart with mournful blight.
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