Memorial
We remember them in black and red
Millions slain in muddied ground
The dead were piled upon the dead
In blood and tears their hopes were drowned
We see them now in black and white
In uniforms so crisp and clean
Young faces scrubbed and shining bright
Before the nightmare stole their dreams
So when we stand in solemn row
Honouring names all carved in stone
Do any of us really know
why souls like poppy seeds were sown?
Tim Fellows November 11th 2018
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