Title: Post war ballad
by Jessica from Wales | in writing, poetry
'Mummy, dear, please let me go,
And play in the Poppy Lands,
Where all the other girls and boys,
Dance around while holding hands?'
'No my child, you may not!
It will only bring bad luck,
Even though you're having fun and rave,
You're dancing on courageous graves!'
'Oh mummy, dear, but what do you mean?
Surely there's nothing there!
I'm eight years of age and have a right to know,
It's not as if I don't care!'
'No my child! It's not about trust,
So you must pay attention to me!
Please don't go into the Poppy Fields,
For when you're older you will see!'
'See what dear Mother!
What news shouldn't I share?'
'The news my dear child, is,
Your Father's lying there!'
Studying the second world war. It's impossible to write down people's feelings of loss but I tried to create a short, simple, yet poignant message which i think most people at the time would have experienced. The small child represents post war youth and also the ignorance some people had of the war.
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