Why are the poppies grieving?


This is just some ideas for making a poem later on


Why don’t we talk more gently?
Why don’t we look more intently/

Why don’t we live  presently ?

Why were the poppies growing so wildly?
Why were the battlefields growing nightly?
Why did we murder  men so lightly?
Why did we not love more rightly?
Why are the poppies  covering the soil  so  politely?
When did the young  soldiers   leave so frightfully?


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I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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