Poem.

Wearing sorrow like a scarlet overcoat,
tears a crystal choker.
A poppy for remembrance
and ‘V’ for victory.
Flying the flag,
freedom a badge of honour
bought so expensively.
Lovers immortalised in silver frames,
graveside roses wilt in the sun.
Those brave relations,
nephews, brothers
cold engravements
for what we have won.
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