Where the Poppies Grow
Hard cold marble stands where life has departed
This a by product of a war that was started
Faceless names cut in stone, eroded by wind, by hard driven rain
No memories of this man, no meaning for a life taken in vain
He did it for you! For his country! For his King!
A fatherless family, a dastardly thing
"Over the top lads, lets get em!" Out goes the cry
War weary he mumbles "This day I shall die"
Thoughts of his loved ones, his kids and his lass
Lungs strain, There's no air! Oh God not the gas!
Bloody fingers claw mud, the panic has set in
No thought now for loved ones, no thought now of kin
Bullets and shrapnel tear flesh, khaki turning to red
So many lives stolen, so many lie dead
Did this war set him free? Make his future most bright
Did it right all those wrongs, so no need again to fight
Marble stones hold that answer, they stand row on row
Come take a look where the Poppies grow
Rod Birch 2003