Fathers, sons, brothers, uncles
men whom we loved so dearly
went to war to protect us fiercely
marching unkowingly towards their death
they fought to save
the wild wild west
and those whose voices cannot speak
they expect no word of thankz
as they march silently forward
a hero's death is all they will meet
silent victory that is bitter sweet
the night sky lights up
as if there were fireworks going off
trenches filled with soulless corps
smell of death fills the air
these who survived are only half there
the battlefield looks as if
it were a sea of blood
in place of those men we lost
a field of poppies grew
a silent reminder of the fallen few
the fallen brothers who side by side
fought bravely on that battlefield
did it for love, peace and for our country: healed.