Ghosts of yesteryear haunt the earth
Casualties of war's fought for causes
Few could properly fathom, apart from
Errors made by earlier politicians
As they sat in smoke filled rooms
To decide the future of the world,
And, in ignorance and pride, signed
Treaties doomed to failure, and then
Went home to let the generations
Still to come reap the fruits of their
Decisions. Ever it was, ever will be,
When we place our trust in people who
Believe war is a solution to a problem.
Red poppies sodden in the blood of
parent's sons and daughters cry out
‘Enough, enough, enough of us have died,
if you must remember the dead, at least
do it with deep remorse that you threw
away our lives, it's time to learn
a new path, negotiation, co-operation,
understanding, and the way of peace.
Take care, lest your deaf ears ignore
Our plea, the next great war won't
Be the same as those gone by in which
We died. The Third one will be the one
To end all Wars, and with it, all of you.
Hold your poppies in your hands, and
See your loved ones scattered far and wide
Born on the nuclear winds, and keep
In mind our words when so hard we tried
To warn you, as you sow, so shall you reap.