The tower moat is poppy red
Representing all the blood they shed.
The boys and men who went to war,
The ones that died and are no more.
Their bodies lie in foreign fields,
Until the enemy did yield.
They fought for county and for King,
They sacrificed most everything.
Some came home to family,
Fighting nightmares no-one could see.
Horrors faced from battle lines,
Rockets, bullets and deadly mines.
So many man did not return,
But from this war we did not learn
For war and conflict never cease,
Why can't we all just live in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O so true that's to easy opposition there must be in everything