The date of three elevens
One for day, month and time,
But is there more to this triple date
Than what springs to mind?
People falling all around,
Hitting hard earth and ground ,
We will fight with our today,
No matter what others say.
People sometimes think
There is no meaning or link,
Between poppy and battlefield,
But there is ….
Shells churning up the ground,
People will fall and not be found,
But still we fight, hard and strong,
For all our loved and little ones.
When we live on the winning side,
We think enemy armies are bad.
But we must remember, tell with our voice.
They as well, didn’t have a choice….
Always going around,
Never making ground,
Still, we all will fight for
The end of this endless war.
Remember the poppy, for those who fought,
On every side of every war,
Now tell your friends, and so in peace
We will remember them.
