Red Flowers on the Field of Battle

Red Flowers on the Field of Battle

Drones and rockets striking terror, falling from above
The innocent are dying: no compassion, and no love
The war that asks no question, the war that brings this test
That lays buildings to rubble, unceasing without rest
The war that never falters, the war that costs such price
The war that takes the soldiers, a final sacrifice

And in every country, both now and long ago
Forgetting not the fallen, we remember and we know
On war zones now so empty, in lamentations sing
The poppies in the grasslands, a sign of suffering
And the rain is softly falling, as the fallen still increase 

Red flowers on the field of battle, a sign of hope for peace