Sep 29, 2012

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