Another little thought for all,
The inquisitive mind of a child
Why are they selling poppies mummy? selling poppies in town today,
The poppies my child are flowers of love, for the men who marched away.
But why have they chosen a poppy mummy? why not a beautiful rose?
Because my child, men fought and died, in the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red mummy? why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood my child, the blood our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black mummy, why does it have to be black?
Black my child is the symbol of grief, for the men who never came back.
But why mummy are you crying so? your tears are giving you pain,
My tears are my fears for you my child
For the world is FORGETTING AGAIN. Anon
John915