POPPY DAY SINGS! (REMEMBERING THEM).

To all servicemen and women who have 

Lost their lives,

The victims or war, sons, daughters,

Husbands, wives,

Not forgetting, girlfriends, boyfriends

Brothers and sisters too, links of distant relatives

Aquaintances we knew.

Young warriors who sacrificed all to serve,

Most veterans are life's legacy of what's been preserved

Should be remembered; not just for here

But, throughout the whole world. 

And indigenous corners where terror's prevalent;

Victims to some, come as toxic pestilence

Slaughtering reason from foreign partial attitudes. 

Giving evidence that's served to be misconstrued,

Whilst bones lay in the sand bring ghosts of irrelevence 

As the history of Gordon stands as one menacing proof,

With Vietnam, WW1 and the heinous WW2. 

All war is fear, and hell is wars chasm placed under 

Its knell,

Tell me who wins, or is healed by wars putrid smell?

Yes, let us remember them!

Give them that eternal day the prize they deserve

Not just for here, but for all over the world.

Hail the memories of those who gave their lives,

For charity and empathy is needed to be realized,

Than the spurious intentions that politics may cry.

But the truth is, that someone dies in battle, to keep 

The wolf from the stead,

And those men and women died so that we can live from

Wars dread!