The Eleventh Hour

As you pin that little flower
Will you mind the eleventh hour?
Will you sit
And stop your day
To call to mind
The battles fought 
And those that laid
Down their lives
And left all they loved
To fight a cause
That the world called yours
And call to mind
Those pure white crosses
That sit in splendor
Row on row
As that great poet
Wrote long ago?
Would you say that this
Made a man
Or ended wars
Or that by their graves
We now have peace
And that some are saved 
Or safe at least?
Look around
And take your time
To think on this eleventh hour
What’s been done
And why you wear this bright red flower.