This moral role,
to nod your head,
to agree and conform,
to proudly wear red.
A poppy,
for all it is worth,
for all the modernity,
for all the new birth,
and not be of nostalgia,
nor be of tradition,
and not to be used for ammunition.
But because you have pride,
because they were denied,
their old age.
Forever young,
a
name
on
a page,
of history,
of His story.
The Soldier.