Thursday, May 14, 2009

Another Land

In another land the poppies grow
Carefully planted row after row
They bring death as white as snow
No larks sing bravely in the sky
In crimson fields our soldiers lie
Dead eyes watch the war birds fly
Freedoms torch is passed once more
Will there ever be an end to war.
Mothers weep as their sons go
To another land where poppies grow

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