We hail courageous heroes of war; but for whom is the true enemy at bastion door; for each nation’s fallen soldier is a heart made sore; and to whom do the real gains amass, while the bereaved tally the deathly score?
To be of common purpose in mind; is not to be to true reasons blind; for the failings within humankind; for the atrocities inflicted upon its own kind; appeased by pageant and ceremony to remind; but in truth’s end, to repetition, it is endlessly inclined.
Spilling mental guts upon the literary floor; thousands pass but simply ignore, for their lack of interest to what may touch their shore; yet find the time to whisper ridicule and messenger to deplore; yielding incessant ignorance to reason, to endure.
Poppy worn upon shoulder lapel
Living remind to those that courageously fell
Each, their unique life’s story to tell
Now left in Poppy, to forever dwell
Poppy pedal, blood, crimson red
A Remembrance of courageous dead
Memories and tears take their stead
Poppy brave-courage and honor: Saluted