The poppies grow, oh so red
As soldiers lay in their forever bed.
They fought to the end so long ago,
Their hope and courage no longer aglow.
It should not have happened as it did,
Now grand soldiers will always be hid.
Many soldiers left, expecting a great time,
But soon found out - war's a terrible crime.
Let's all just pray it won't come again,
Else we'll pay with unbearable pain.
Think now of those men, who fought with all their will.
Of those who survived, and the ones who lie still.
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