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Is Red The
Poppy
Is red the poppy?
No, it is blood,
It is still flowing
It never dries,
Its stickiness clings to us
An unknown karma,
We set our wreaths
At our monuments
To our dead,
Mindlessly leave
Our survivors
To wander alone in
Their mental misery,
Clap and cheer
The psychopaths among those
Who supposedly lead us,
As clowns of their own
Bang the drum,
Let’s do Iran,
Let`s do Korea,
Let`s do somebody,
Of course their sorry asses
Are always safe,
Photo ops in flak jackets
On tanks, near planes
Out of harms way,
And as it always has,
Money silently slides
Back and forth
Along the top
Among all sides.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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