worldwar2
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Dear Poppy
how I love you
how I admire you
and the brilliance of your life
the bravery that you showed on the beaches of normandy
and the heroism on LST 279
Naked skeletons. Hollow eyes. Gnarled joints. All in line for “shower” time.
I was just following orders.
Branded like cattle. In line like sheep for slaughter. Already dead.
High in the clouds, I sit and I see,so many deaths, right below me,and then I feel the roll of thunder,echoing this needless plunder.
The flames above me burn, burn,
And before the woman can turn, return,
There’s a sharp knock at the door, the door.
She puts the matches in the drawer, the drawer,
And she crosses the floor.
Left. Left. Left. Right. Left.
Left. Left. Left. Right. Left.
The stampede of people cheer in the crowd
Depression of citizens no longer allowed
Banners soar, confetti fly
