A Field of Poppies

As the fire and smoke rises from the ground

Only one thing is left

It is no tank nor man

plane or trench

For this thing is stronger than all of that

For this is a flower

Stronger than any man or shell

For this is a poppy

And right when it grew so did the hope

Knowing that there can be life here in this barren land

And that if this poppy could survive four years of death

Than so could we