Gail Foster Poet Rhyme

Poppy Wars

The dead don’t care 
what colour poppy 
you wear -
if it’s knitted
or a diamante stud
for dead men stare
with blinded eyes
and their despair
is the colour of
the khaki in the mud

The dead don’t care
what colour poppy
you wear -
white for peace
or purple, red for blood
they gave their lives
that you should have one
their despair
is the colour of
the khaki in the mud

© Gail Foster 30th October 2018

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Gershon Wolf December 24, 2018 at 2:27 PM Oooh. A real gem, Gail. This is an instant FAVE for me. Shades of the brevity and message of Lincoln's Gettysburg address in your sage words. Season's best, Gershon Gail Foster December 26, 2018 at 1:07 PM Thank you very much, Gershon, and best seasonal wishes to you too.

Arturo Michael October 30, 2018 at 5:58 AM You wrote the truth my friend...What's gone has gone...All the best Gail Gail Foster October 30, 2018 at 7:38 AM Thank you, Arturo. The story behind this poem is that some people in my town are objecting to the fact that the Market Cross is decorated with red, white, and purple poppies. There are more important battles than that to fight. All the best to you.