Poppies are Red

Poppies are red, and violets are blue.
We went to war to protect you.

Poppies are red, and violets are blue.
Are battle scars exist, but are invisible to you.

Poppies are red, and violets are blue.
We can see death, but are blind to beauty.

Poppies are red, and violets are blue.
We can hear the horror, but are deaf to all else.

Poppies are red, and violets are blue.
We can feel sorrow, but no joy.

Poppies are red, and violets are blue.
We close our eyes at night and see the dead.

Poppies are red, and violets are blue.
We question if life is worth living and often don't know what to do.

Poppies are red, and violets are blue.
We have tried to leave the horrors behind, but it's impossible to do.

Poppies are red, and violets are blue.
We sometimes think of taking our life, some often do.

Poppies are red.