The Bloodied Beautiful
Poppies blossom in a field
Where young men once fought
Their stories now forgotten
As are the lessons that were taught
It's blood red petal
Is caught by the breeze
It's flight brief and glorious
Falling on Europe's leas
A mother's hopes come crashing
With fists knocking on the door
Grim faces hide emotion
Another casualty of war
A hundred years have now passed
With lives still being lost
Leaders chests still being beaten
Detached feelings of the cost
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