de G4XGTJOHN   Thu-06Nov08  09:04 UTC

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The inquisitive mind of a child
 
Why are they selling poppies mummy
Selling poppies in town today?
The poppies child, are flowers of love
For the men who marched away
 
But why have they chosen a poppy mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died
In the fields where they grow
 
But why are the poppies so red mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood my child
The blood our soldiers shed
 
The heart of the poppy is black mummy
Why does it have to be black?
Black my child, is the symbol of grief
For the men who never came back
 
But why mummy are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain
Tears are my fears for you my child
For the world is FORGETTING AGAIN