Wear Your Poppy With Pride

Wear your poppy with the greatest of pride
 For the men and women,who served and died
In the Great War,the slaughterous battlefield 
 Millions of men killed,with unforgettable yield
Terror in the trenches,as the shells rained down
 At home,grieving widows,dressed in black gowns
Men struggling to move,as the mud was so thick
 The smell of rotting corpses,enough to make you sick 
Four years of terror,as the battles raged on
 Where once was humanity,that was all but gone 
Left are shattered ruins,of those old battlefields
 Did they gain territory,no,not a deal
Cheers of relief,as the armistice was signed
 Some never found out,their lives are denied

Lessons not learned,another war on the cards
 Bomb shelters made,in people's backyards
More grief and sadness,for families to follow
 Fighting an enemy,that couldn't be more shallow
Polish and Jews,exterminated in mass chambers
 Most of whom,will remain nameless 
Never to be forgotten,these sad memories of our past
 For some,witness accounts,those images would last

Ongoing wars,as situations change
 Personnel badly wounded,scared or maimed
Prosthetic limbs,to replace limbs lost
Think of these people,as they play the Last Post