In the fields...

young girls are sitting, watching moving clouds.

In the fields of beautiful flowering poppies,

young men are laying under bloody shrouds.

In the quiet natural world all seems peaceful,

there is no need to feel lost and afraid.

In the distant war zone quiet is deceitful.

The powers are running their crusade.

The girls are dreaming of sweet future.

They are waiting for the men to come back.

But soldiers are going through everyday torture,

their lives threatened and under attack.

In the fields of red blooming flowers,

lost blood of soldiers can stay unnoticed.

There is no space for hopeful lovers,

it is but a place for all the hopeless.

~Petra

Dedicated to all fallen, injured, and surviving innocent men who have fought for freedom.