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Red Poppies Stuck Like Glue On Everybody's Coats


Red poppies stuck like glue
           on everybody's coats.
"Remember our veterans", they cry.
"They died for our freedom" screams
                 reactionary morons who
                            ignore that "they"
                              murdered other people.
"Ah, but it's not murder if it's done by
                 no mind drones on our side!"
                                      they explain.
Honour our soldiers?
           So I'm to celebrate men killing
                                                  other men?
Not I. I refuse to shout praises for
                                champions of death.
Where is the shame of these
                           people who participated
                                     in such evil?
Guns and bombs do not bring peace.
War does not bring freedom.
                   No. These I refuse to worship.
Instead, I voice my support for
                                       those who speak and live
                                             against war.
There is no such thing as a good soldier.
Either side, the thinking is flawed.
                         Propaganda may erase
                                                     the truth from
                                                       red poppy filled eyes,
but these are not people to respect.
If you kill, you are a murderer.
If you destroy you are wrong.
  Uniforms do not make right or wrong.
                          Singing silly warrior chants do
                                                not speak of courage.
Senseless sheep who have allowed themselves
                                        to be conned into thinking
                                            that theatres of death
                                                 are to be
                                               remembered forever.
Instead, we should be ashamed of the
                                                        wars we engaged in.
This is not how God commanded us to live.
                         No mention in the teachings of Christ
                                                       that suggested
                                                  killing one another
                                                                  was to be
                                                                          admired.
"But they fought for your freedom!", the mind dead masses
                                                    insist on believing.
What nonsense, I think. They fought for greed
                                    and corporate profit.
Duped into killing and dying by men who stay at
                                                home and make
                                                       valiant speeches
                                                           about
                                                       bravery and honour.
Stitching flags to present to widows and mothers, almost
                                  delirious as they salivate over the
                                                     money they will make
                                                     from the adventure.
So please, don't wave your red poppies
                                     in my face as if God had
                                              painted them on your chests.
I am ashamed of anyone in my family
                      who allowed themselves to
                             conned into marching to destruction.
I am ashamed of my country when it participates in war.
                        Peace does not arrive at the hands of violence.
Red poppies stuck like glue
           on everybody's coats.
                                                            







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