• We were all but young boys,
    barly seventeen.
    They stuck a rifle in our hands,
    and gave us jungle greens.
    To call an omnimis in such a simple way.
    To shoot the other man,
    A game out leaders play.

    We entered the field,
    on the first day.
    We ran to demise,
    but people always say.
    That we did it for the best,
    they will never know.
    how much pain and carnage was spilt,
    when we entered the field.

    Many gave up.
    Many also died.
    Many filled with hatred,
    but many also cried.

    So when you see the poppy,
    all four leaves full of red.
    Remember that these colors,
    are the true colors of the damed.