Too Many Poppies

Too Many Poppies I don’t want a poppy I don’t want a shield I don’t want to visit Rows in Flanders Fields Another young person Yes a young soldier fell They laid down their life What story does it tell Off to another war In a far off land Beaches in Normandy Blood spilled on the sand I don’t want a poppy I don’t want a shield I don’t want to visit Rows in Flanders Fields My heart can’t take it Fathers, sisters and sons Why do we choose to sacrifice Precious innocent ones Are guns the answer Where does it all lead Poppies upon rows As young soldiers bleed I don’t want a Poppy I don’t want a shield Fighting old men’s battles Just leads to Flanders Fields Soldier’s Response I’ll do my best to defend this land that I love. I’ll risk meeting the angels in heaven above. Raising our flag of glory I will gladly do Even if they take me down I'll hold it brave and true. Canada my country I'll stand by her and fight. I'll take on its enemies with all my strength and might. No matter where I’m sent I'll proudly make my stand. To protect my home Its people and land. Your picture I hold Close to my heart Gives me my strength When we are apart Loved ones left at home Won’t hear our battle cry Their prayers are the hope On which our spirits fly If we don’t make it Back to our home Our sacrifice is our gift In a field marked by a stone Response to Soldiers To all of our Soldiers Who cannot be heard Your actions and sacrifice Are the final word We wear our poppies Hold our collective breaths Some questions only answered By actions and death. A co-written piece by: Richard Lamoureux and Mark Wayne Shifflet. It was a pleasure to write with Mark. We wished to point out the absurdity of men resorting to war while still honouring the men and women who so gallantly put their lives on the line to preserve our freedom.