At the Eleventh Hour

At the eleventh hour Silence falls Heads bow in reverence Reflecting remembrance Ordinary people Stop to show respect For those who fell At the eleventh hour A small group Of Muslim youth Chant descent And wave banners high “British soldier’s burn in hell” And this small disrespectful group Of Muslim youth Burn poppies in the street Desecrating that symbol Of solemnity And remembrance Burning the poppies In symbolic disrespect Spitting on the dead, Urinating on their graves Or defecating on the cenotaph Would be a less abhorrent act By that small ignorant group Of Muslim youth The poppy does not discriminate It doesn’t just represent The white race The Christian faith European culture It represents so much more Every race Every faith From every continent At the eleventh hour That small group Of Muslim youth Who burnt the poppies Disgraced themselves And disgraced the memory Of every Muslim soldier Who fell on battlefields Across the world