There was once a thing called war
It knocked on everyone's door.
The call came through that day
And the men went away.
I wish it was no more.
The soldiers blood on the ground
Where the poppies grew.
Don't laugh at me
As you will see.
This fate could happen to you.
There was once a thing called war
It made people poor.
The poppy is it's logo
No one wanted to go.
I wish it was no more.
From home I fought with hope and soul
Let's try and end the gore.
They gas 'em dead and chop off their heads
Let's rid the world of war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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