On Forgotten Martial Fields Poem by Paul Brookes

no one is interested in your old war, she said,
no one wants to know the millions dead.
we want to move on, move on into a new reality
and poppy petals floated on the wind

we are a new generation, she said, we want to forget;
the past lies in the past, let it lie in its own filth,
let the barbed wire of concentration camp rust
and poppy petals floated on the wind.

we do not want to be haunted by your ghosts past, she said,
we are more civilised, we kill with words, indifference and coldness,
numbed by the narcotics of the net, lulled by fake news.

no one is interested in your old war she said
and poppy petals floated on the wind like a red warning.