Fire red, deep black eyes,
A symbol of hope and pride.
No matter what shape or size,
In remembrance of those who died.

They stand tall like the mightiest tower,
A shield that shows a strong nation.
They are a medallion, they are more than just a flower.
Seeing this icon is the greatest sensation.

They take their place commemorating the lost,
Remaining only as graves for all those souls.
These graves are different for they have no cost.
At the end of their journies the final bell tolls.