"In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses row on row
And I don't care of what you say
Let us continue this silent day"
Why do we sing these songs of grave?
"Hallelujah's" and felt red flowers never save
"Lest we forget" is now overrated
By our intentions, we are the animated
Days end we sing of culture again
Selfishness, ignorance layer our hands
We know not of the fire they fought before
Let their memories overwhelm us, like the war
The tide of condition of humanity alone
Has pulled veils over eyes, and we, stand as souls
Remember the blood, the shed the loss
We must know the meaning of the stone cross
Lest we forget
The strike of human condition is our new alarm clock
no ring, no snooze, no set time
eerie cry after cry and scream per person
"Roses are red, violence is blue
on the day of 11, we have died for you"
The stain of blood from face to face
passes down as time goes unbearingly by
Where we sit and sleep like tomorrow is unwanted
Where back in the years, tomorrow was a sign of luck
10/26/2009
The Burial of Flanders Fields
Written by Unknown at 11:22 PM
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2 two cents' worth:
I really like it
you should bring it tomorrow.
Aleena was supposed to email us...but she didn't so I don't know what's going on with the little skit thing.
Original
and honest
and the bomb
nice job simon =)
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