A red-blooded poppy

A red-blooded poppy

Here comes the last day of October, 

Kids are getting disguised, 

The houses are becoming spooky,

Yet, I only add to my left chest a blood-red poppy

And a baggage of memories.

Nowadays we have forgotten what heroes are

We celebrate and  idolize sports athletes, actors, and millionaires

While a small portion of men and women 

who has decided to sacrifice so much more.

It isn't for the money, 

It isn't for the fame, not even for the recognition

Because we are soldiers

We understand that together, we will hold the line

From the sea, to the air and the land, 

We have chosen a route that not many pick.

we knew the cost, We knew that it could be all over 

In a fraction of a second.

But deemed worth it for them, whom we love.

Some remain alive with us forever. 

Some of us will carry baggage until our days' end

Made of tears, fears, horrors, and touches of laughter
We became family, holding a rifle

While fighting for peace, or so they said it was.

For a society that would rather not see us.