The poppy seller advances the tin
donation barely a choice
An urge to protect those loved by the fallen
become “Support our Brave Boys”.
The flower of youth in your lapel,
“Lest We Forget” the memorial proclaims,
but blank panels gaze down from its flanks
and wait for our childrens’ names.
The circle turns and comes round again,
Tension and hatred increase
The world gears up to do it again
Our silence hasn’t brought peace.
Let’s make a vow: we won’t raise a gun
Or pay for a bomb, or help deliver one.
Let’s turn our backs on ignorance and spite
Let crushing the hawks be our only fight!