by John Yeo
The forgotten argument is settled
The war is over now,
Peace in our time
With many lives lost
Much blood has been spilled
To establish the peace
Has been settled.
A butterfly lazily drifted
From flower to flower in the field
Then stopped to taste the nectar
From the blood-red poppies there.
The butterfly settled to feast.
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