Another poem from John Phillip’s poetry book Shorts and Shots.
Flower of remembrance;
Emblem of unending war and endless broken lives.
Echoes of hatred, of ambition,
Powering the pumps and pipelines
Deep beneath the land.
This war for Hearts and Minds
A quest for power and profit,
Fueling the Drone and roadside bomb;
The Semtex-sacrifice and landmines for the children
Sprinkling the fields with Poppy red.
But if the word was Revolution
Who could deny a people risen in unity?
Or quiet the angry voices raised as one?
Always the flowering of ambition,
Mirroring the Poppy with strange, narcotic power.