Honor

In remembrance of the Centennial Armistice Day

A lone poppy springs
From green field abroad
While many a lad
Lies under the sod.
For king and for country,
Defense of their realm,
They marched forth in glory;
In glory, they fell.

How far have we fallen
In this day and age!
No trenches are taken,
No battles we wage.
Our youth have forgotten
From what stock they came;
No longer are spoken
The great heroes' names.

Yet near in the future
Good men must arise
To stand for their honor,
Their ancestors' pride.
On green fields once more
The children will tread;
On trenches of war
They'll honor the dead.