AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR

 

At the eleventh hour

Silence falls

Heads bow in reverence

Reflecting remembrance

Ordinary people

Stop to show respect

For those who fell

 

At the eleventh hour

A small group

Of Muslim youth

Chant descent

And wave banners high

“British soldier’s burn in hell”

And this small disrespectful group

Of Muslim youth

Burn poppies in the street

Desecrating that symbol

Of solemnity

And remembrance

Burning the poppies

In symbolic disrespect

 

Spitting on the dead,

Urinating on their graves

Or defecating on the cenotaph

Would be a less abhorrent act

By that small ignorant group

Of Muslim youth

The poppy does not discriminate

It doesn’t just represent

The white race

The Christian faith

European culture

It represents so much more

Every race

Every faith

From every continent

 

At the eleventh hour

That small group

Of Muslim youth

Who burnt the poppies

Disgraced themselves

And disgraced the memory

Of every Muslim soldier

Who fell on battlefields

Across the world