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 who rose on -
 In a field of poppies
 Poppies, red poppies, red poppies, red poppies..., red poppies...,
 Red poppies..., red poppies..., red poppies..., red poppies...,