Poppy Poetry

“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...”

This song is by Nina Simone and appears on the album Emergency Ward (1973)
Lyricist：Leonard Bleecher and Charles Riche