Poppies

Blood red poppies
Reverberate the past
Reflect the bloody hue
Of the lives lost

Its beauty Veils
The sinister slaughter
of that awful day
erased from the past

They nurture its soul
With eternal beauty
Yet they spit their venom
In the veins of the buds

The poppies have stood
The test of the time
Seeking vengeance
For all that wrong

Fooled by its beauty
You admire the hue
The hue of the bud
The hue of blood red

You sniff its soul
Inhaling its beauty
It Sucks life back
From your evil soul

Enthralled in its trance
You fail to concede
The vengeance is complete
You oblivious soul….