In Flanders Field bodies have been dying

Fears bullet shot planes of sloggers from the air to the ground.

men have been squashing mud have been loading my nose .

In Flanders Filed cries of pain covered my ears

dying men living in a hut of death man land 

sand bags bursting from bullets.

In Flanders field pain of horror

while fat rat go around all year

the coming enemy

trenches start humming

stinky comes every day.

rumbling tanks start squashing human

Now were dead

poppies can grow row by row

now the world can stay safe

no more wars

by Arif