The Poppies Are Everywhere


Marx called religion

the opium of the masses

but we pray to Gods of war

and the poppies are everywhere

and we pretend to remember (and care)

and we feel so much better now

and we won’t dare question the reasons

that we wear these poppies

and we won’t dare question the reasons

that we need this opium

we’ll just enjoy the numbness

and cheer on the parade

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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