Fields of Red

A field of red across the ground

Torn and disturbed by that awful sound

Seeds released from the dark soil

Open to the joy of rain and sun

Blood red the land with bodies rent

By an incessant bullet hail

Now blood red fields of poppies

A symbol that humanity failed

We will remember them is said

In remembrance of the dead

Who for their nations paid the price

A remembered soul of a lost life