Remember

They died in their thousands,
As far as the eye could see,
Unaware of what was happening,
They plundered on instinctively.

In filthy harsh conditions,
They lived for many a day,
In damp and muddy trenches,
No escape to far away.

On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day,
The war came to a close,
An almighty silence reigned the land,
For two minutes it's supposed.

Upon the ground where the dead had lain,
A little flower did grow,
Unlike any other,
It's colour redder than the rose.

They grew in their thousands,
As far as the eye could see,
Their colour of the shedded blood,
That was no more to be.