The Stolen Poppy

A symbol of remembrance past

Showing respect to those who fell

Has been hijacked by the political class

Happy to send more soldiers to hell

The upper class whose blood doesn’t boil

See money beyond the wounded and dead

No terrorists are hiding in barrels of oil

Fuck the bodies count the money instead

Working class young, angry and unemployed

Are told by government its discipline you lack

Sign up for the army where you’ll be deployed

To a land far away where you might not come back

To the grieving families of sons and daughters

Waiting at airports to put loved ones to rest

Think not of the lies or the mindless slaughter

Just wear a poppy proudly on your chest

Watch the celebrities on your TV

Pretend they give a shit about your grief

See every fawning hypocrite on the BBC

Praise government ministers in their belief

That war is necessary modern and cool

Its capitalism’s tried and trusted friend

With a history of never being the fool

Where no child of a politician needs to attend

And every November on Remembrance Day

See the Cenotaph become parliament

The hypocrisy is uniform in its moral decay

As is the painted sorrow and its fake intent

Was has never been for soldiers to fight

They’re just pieces of chess in the game

War is owned by those on the right

The ones who reap the fortune and fame

The poppy has been stolen from the brave

By thieves with blood covered hands

These bastards have never been enslaved

By the patriotism they sell on demand

©JMcN2013