From the Socialism or Your Money Back blog
Remember, remember the eleventhOf November, when gunfire, shellingAnd shot paused for a moment, a tellingSilence. Then gather around the plinthOn which the cenotaph stands, narcoticPoppies commemorate and mask the blood,While in their Sunday best the great and goodMake their last post stand before the quickMarch past and away from the remaining dead,Still behind their national flags. No advance,As around the world echoes of ordnanceDrown out every word of peace ever said.If, amidst shell-wracked ruins, all hope lies,Bleeding poppy red, humanity dies.
D. A.
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