A Red Poppy on the Wall
Started by a single shot
A red poppy on the wall
The world became a melting pot
A red poppy on the wall
Young they were that marched away
A red poppy on the wall
Buried now in cold gray clay
A red poppy on the wall
Paid a penny for blood shed
a red poppy on the wall
Row upon row of boys now dead
A red poppy on the wall
Tearful mothers who’ve lost their sons
A red poppy on the wall
Fodder for the monstrous guns
A red poppy on the wall
Needed more that dreadful war
A red poppy on the wall
Yet just another bloody encore
A red poppy on the wall
Broken bodies shattered minds
A red poppy on the wall
Quaking now behind closed blinds
A red poppy on the wall
Soldiers now angels go with grace
A red poppy on the wall
But grieving families can only place
A red poppy, ... on the wall.
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