It looks like the poppies, symbolising blood, are pouring out of The Tower of London.
We associate the red poppy with World War One.
I have been trying to convince you all that World War One was engineered by the British monarchy through Freemasonry.
Maybe this photo will help, symbolically, because the British monarchy used to execute and even behead people in The Tower of London.
That's what they did in World War One.
And that's what they are doing now in Syria through their support, if not ordering, of Saudi Arabia to unleash international cutthroat Jihadis in Syria, who have evolved (with some help) into The Islamic State, who were allowed by Callous Cameron to saw off the heads of David Haines and Alan Henning to provide the casus belli for this Disunited Fascist Queendom to eventually overtly meddle in Syria, kick out Assad and get that pipeline from Qatar to Europe via Turkey to reduce Russia's global influence.
One of those poppies could be for an unwitting Private from a small village in Gloucestershire, blown to bits or mowed down by a German machine gun.
The Send-off by Wilfred Owen
Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way
To the siding-shed,
And lined the train with faces grimly gay.
Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray
As men's are, dead.
Dull porters watched them, and a casual tramp
Stood staring hard,
Sorry to miss them from the upland camp.
Then, unmoved, signals nodded, and a lamp
Winked to the guard.
So secretly, like wrongs hushed-up, they went.
They were not ours:
We never heard to which front these were sent.
Nor there if they yet mock what women meant
Who gave them flowers.
Shall they return to beatings of great bells
In wild trainloads?
A few, a few, too few for drums and yells,
May creep back, silent, to still village wells
Up half-known roads.
Blame it all on King Edward VII, King George V and Sir Edward Grey.
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