I don’t wear a poppy

I don’t wear a poppy 2 remember the dead
I keep them in memory inside my head.

I don’t wear a poppy 2 remember the dead
children…, injured, killed by drones
as they lay in their beds.

I don’t wear a poppy, grown in the fields
patrolled by solider with guns…

until the crop yields.

I don’t wear a poppy, as they remind me
of the life’s that are ruined, by opiate toxicity.

I’m not being disrespectful to the life’s that  are lost,
as they battled in wars at a very high cost…
I understand the mindset, as to what they believed,
that they were fighting for a good cause,
but they were deceived…

when I see a poppy…
it makes me feel sad…
for life’s that were lost
& futures never had…

I think of children and families,

left without homes

workplaces destroyed,

piles of rubble, and bones…

I think of the lies that our leaders have spread,

the war propaganda, they try and put in our heads

 I’m haunted by the tears and pain,

of those mourning the dead

while these warmonger leaders

stand at the Cenotaph with bowed heads

I don’t wear a poppy,

because what it represents to me,

is war and destruction, greed and toxic debris.