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White Poppies

White Poppies

King;

You owe me your existence

Peasant;

Tell me why

The king kills the peasantΒ 
so to show the why.

The white poppies are the questioning peasants.

They are the accusations in the blood.

They are the hope against the lies.
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Nigel Cresswell...

Thank you Poetess. Sometimes you can glimpse a way to simplify very big themes, like the sacrifice of war. White poppies. They are the symbol of remembrance for the peace movement and I wear one next to my red enamel 1916 - 2016 poppy every November. My great uncle fell in 1916.
Honoured by the pin Poetess, thank you.
Nigel

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GREG TUCKER THE...

Wow an explanation to Imperialism through the Metaphors of Flowers!Β  This is deep

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Nigel Cresswell...

Thanks Greg. Felt quite deep when I caught the glimpse of the idea. I love that white poppies naturally exist among the red but the symbolism is almost symbiotic. Blood and Peace.
Thanks my friend
Nigel

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Djangos Daughter

Brilliant and moving expose of the horror which is war.Β 

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Nigel Cresswell...

Thank you DD, in a way I've been writing this piece over and over for years. It has slowly become distilled. So many went to their deaths against their wills and their own beliefs. A king told them they had to.Β 
Thank you for just getting it DD.
Nigel

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