There are no poppies here
on the Western front,
Those flowers
only grow
on freshly broken ground.
We only need their image for our stunts
Here
the blithe British spirit
will once more abound
bursting forth like a charge of 10 million
khaki cunts.
The poppies will no longer grow,
their first spring
was sadly from a time before.
So if we can’t have them back
sprouting between graves, rows by rows,
then we’ll just have to grow some more.
If you liked World War 2
and it’s prequel
Maybe you’d be interested in a sequel?
Our gunmakers have engaged in great exchange
so we won’t even need to deploy our troops.
The eagle now flies a wider range,
which we can control from our coop.
Somewhere lady liberty is lost,
we need to find her,
so we’ll send more lads into the meat grinder.
Red poppies run
in order to remind us
life outside of war
should never be fun.
There are enemies waiting out there
to harm us
And we cannot stop until the battles won.
And good for us
the battle’s never won.
War, in the pure sense,
is never done.
