Among The Poppy Fields
On the day
I was sent away
Everyone shed a tear
For death was coming near
Bullets flying
As I am crying
For I miss home
And my little brother Rome
The food is revolting
I feel like bolting
Away from this horrid place
Without any trace
If I don’t survive
And they don’t know what we did
Remind my family
That I am hid
Among the poppy fields
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