battle of poppys

The poppys waved in the wild wind.

They looked like a bed of crimson blood laying there for all to see.

wanting to tell an untold story"death death" everywhere.



The poppys a carpet of sadness.

glistening in the sunshine remebering the unknown solduers.

Their lives their hearts their souls.

Departed from this world Death Death all around us.



The poppys gushed together like red wine poured into glass.

Gushing down your throat.

There for you to taste the suffering of death.

DEATH for us DEATH for a better world.



by bryony m