Never Forget!

When peace is lost, from Tyrant's curse, and battles rage, and
wounds and worse, befall those, who must stand, and fight,
(exhausted, anguished, day, to night), the Fairies watch, and see it, all.
And, in their sorrow, their tears fall, on fields, besmirched,
and in their pain, they pray war never comes, again!
They see the cost, of life and love, and pray, to Father, up above,
to turn men's hearts, to peace, instead; yet, honor, they,
courageous dead.
Fae tears, with Poppy seeds, are blessed, and fall, in sad
remembrance, of those, who did not wish, to fight, but found they
must, 'gainst Tyrant's might.
And, from those seeds, the Poppies rise, blood-red, so men will
realize, while honoring the silent lost, that war is seldom worth
the cost!
The Poppies, red, that message, share, for voices, stilled, fore'er
and e'er!
Donna L. Ferguson Dudley, copyright 2018 11/21/18
Lynne Bellchamber Fine Art