On Armistice Day I’ll ask of you this
With the poppy you’ll wear
To commemorate the long list
Of young men dead – with care.
Of those we have mourned
Yearly, since nineteen-forty-five
Other pieces of Peace we have scorned
Saving countless peoples lives.
War in proximity that always relates
Is that Troubled area over the strait.
What else could we do? Celebrate?
A peace process since nineteen-ninety-eight.
And there is a list over there
Long and left without.
No clover? Nor poppy? Or something altogether more fair.
Still, Peace worth remembering without a doubt.
So when you wear a poppy.
To remember.
Or choose not to.
To remember.
Try to remember.
Those slain and lost.
In the bitterness of November.
Remember the Peace and what it cost.
