Silence, Poppy Red

Silence, poppy red,
In the darkness.

Silence, coloured red and black
Like poppies on the jackets
Of black suited, sober businessmen
Who wear no other colour
And cry no other tears. 

Students, children, all silent
At the grave in Belgium
Where a soldier maybe lies;
None speak - do not dare
To utter a word.

A strident trumpet call
That shatters the frosty air
And people look to see - 
Which young trumpeter, this year
Cries out for us? 

A gunshot ends all.
Remembrance day is over
This year. 

The End

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