Why are they selling poppies mommy
Selling poppies in town today?
The poppies my child are flowers of love
For the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy mommy
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because, my child, men fought and died,
In the field where the poppy grows.
But why are the poppies so red mommy
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood my child
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black mommy
Why does it have to be so black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief,
For the men who never came back.
But mommy why are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you my child
For the world is forgetting again.
|Title:||we will never forget|
|Uploaded:||9 Nov 2008 - 1:01 PM|