Poppies

A child ran through the meadow on a sun drenched summer day And then he stopped his play And kneeled in a field of poppies A man walked through my ghetto on a humid summer day And then he stopped to pay and he dealed in a field of poppies Oh, flower of forgetfulness, just an hour away to the moon Take a deep breath if you are reaching for truth While you're in the stupor The door knocks and death takes another youth. Poppies, red poppies, red poppies A boy I used to know, a boy I used to know who's laughter rang to the skies Was a joy to behold Then I looked into his eyes, a look so cold, a boy from old, something real In a field of poppies Poppies, red poppies, red poppies, red poppies, red poppies