Poppies - Nina Simone
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
A on humid summer day
And then he stopped to pay
And he dealed in a field of poppies
Oh flower of forgetfulness
An just hour away to the moon
Take a deep breath if you are reaching for truth
While youre in the stupor
The door knocks and death takes another youth
Poppies red poppies red poppies
A boy I used to know
A boy I used to know whos laughter rang to the skies
Was a joy to behold
Then I looked into his eyes
A look so cold a boy who rose on
A field In of poppies
Poppies red poppies red poppies
Red poppies red poppies