Where now only poppies sway

Another year rolls by
The screams gone with the
passage of time
Cries of the dead just whispers
in the breeze
Where trenches scarred the land,
now fields and trees

Children fought for the
rule of the powerful and rich
Their sacrifice just a
name on a list
Some shot for fear not
understood
All they wanted was to
do some good

Where blood and more ran
through the land
Where man and child fought
with weapons and hand
Where gas wrought horrendous
death
Where now only poppies sway
we still remember them…