The Rebels

In Flanders Field
The poppies wilt.
They've heard about
Poor England's guilt.

Our Captain said it wouldn't do
To fire on his men so true.
Their duty bound them to rebel,
But now we're all bound straight for Hell.

The Germans had the guilty men.
At first we would not turn on them.
"Then ready you to meet your God,
for none live but the firing squad"

The Germans called for volunteers.
And so we gave in to our fears
And, longing for our homes and wives,
We shot the rebels to survive.

The Germans said t'was for the best.
For dealing with this sad unrest
They pinned bronze eagles to their chests.

Trivia Edit

  • The poem makes a reference to the real life poem, "In Flanders Field".
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