Lest we forget

Hundreds of people in olive-green

Fight together with their might team,

Sweat glistens on their face

Its a huge life- risking chase

Fighter planes are flying in the air

Its like winning the king's lair

Grenades are hidden in the floor

They all can not take it any more

Poppies placed on the death-bed

Rest in peace the innocent dead

They go back home to the place they stay

They are still remembered today.


Author: My 9 year old darling


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