Red poppies where bodies lay,
Everybody's gone, left to pray.
Memories, family and even friends,
Eagerly left and fought to the end.
Months, years, went so slow,
Wondering why they wanted to go.
Worry and sorrow in the air,
Civilians running in despair.
Soldiers trying to make things right,
But inside, they did not want to fight.
The soldiers knew each other's fate,
They died to make this country great.
Men thinking of their ladies, fair,
Getting ready for their last prayer.
Now they are gone, up in the sky,
They already knew they were going to die.
Sean Smith 11/99