NaBloPoMo: Red Poppy White Poppy

The  old man stands on the street corner

Proudly he sells his poppies red.

Lost in thought  remembering his wartime pals, gone now all dead.

He  sees the young lad, out the corner of his eye.

Wearing a white poppy interest pricked, the old guy wonders why.

Why do you commit such travesty wearing the cowards poppy?

Looking  shocked  the young  lad replied

I wear this  for a brave man who unarmed died!

The old man surprised  at the youth’s ready retort  asked him to explain.

Let me buy you a cup of tea the young man said

We can sit in the warm and discuss the dead.

Why  did you fight your war the young  man asked

To free the world  and have dictators  unmasked.

Oh!  said the young  man so we could all make our  own choices?

To disagree  with things we think wrong to raise our own voices?

Yes said the old man yes you are right young man yes that is true.

Oh! said the young  then I think we need to ask

Why were the Conscientious Objectors  so harshly taken to task

Why did they drive ambulances and carry stretchers  unarmed

Why if they stayed  behind they were ridiculed , jailed and physically  harmed?

The old  man sipped his tea , we fought  for this country so you could be free!

Oh! said the young  man shame  my  great  uncle Jim  that choice never did see.

Well said the young man you failed there then

Before  you even started you were killing and jailing young men.

Shooting  them  for standing up for the  beliefs they felt to be be true.

Sending them on to the battle field  unarmed was that  the just thing to do?

Shooting  them  for standing up for the  beliefs they felt to be be true.

The old  man went red  and started to bluster

The young  man quietly smiled thinking is that all you can muster.

: Conscientious Objectors read here 

Read here the tale of two poppies!

The Queen of Dreams

Tossed upon the Sea of Dream’s

Is the fairest of all fairy queens.

The most amazing sight you have seen

Hair of red loosed, rosary beads of green

From her head and down her hair

Slips the crown that she is used to wear.

Say you  what is this to us, but have a care

Our lives depend on how she will fair

On the sea of dreams out there.

She is the fairy queen of dreams

She nurtures our hopes and all our schemes.

She it is who stills our screams

When evil haunts us in our wildest dreams.

Then gently leads us to quieter scenes.

So listen close and have a care for if she drowns out there

Upon the sea of dreams  we’ll not be safe asleep anywhere.

There must be a hero in dream land somewhere

Who can rush out and rescue the likes of her.

We need our fairy queen so very very fair.

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