Poppy seeds

See the blood-red poppy
pirouetting in the breeze?
Opium for everyone,
Nature’s little wheeze. 

‘A goodly jest, Dame Nature,
what else have you in store?
Do you get some impish pleasure
when they all come back for more?’

Think about your children,
your babes on mother’s knee,
lambkins turning on the spit
of a deadly destiny.


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