One shot,
One kill.
Above the graves, people grieve
For those who fought in the war.
Death was no secret anymore.
Two shots,
Two kills.
Poppies grew in Flanders Fields,
Unlike some innocent teenage soldiers,
They sacrificed their lives for us,
Let us pay our respects and not be selfish.
Three shots,
Three kills.
Be respectful, some died at a snail's pace,
Some died fast, some died slow.
Be kind to those who have lost,
11 o'clock, 11th Month,
Two minutes silence for everyone!
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