Poppies

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Hi all looking for a basic critique for my first poem.

Poppies.

Poppies on the side of buses. 
Poppies on scarves as well.
Poppies on the tv and on working class lapels. 
When (While) ex squaddies sleep on concrete.
Where does the money go? (Redundant) 
Someone’s making a killing here?
Where does that money go?

They’re counting beans at the palace.
The numbers at the palace don’t add up.
Poppies at the cenotaph.
Ex squaddies out of luck.
Poppies in the Arndale.
Poppies at the match.
Poppies next to medals.
There’s got to be a catch?
So who put the Great in Britain?
Who fought in the wars?
Who’s been making a killing again?
While ex squaddies sleep on floors!
God save the Queen!

I like it. I like squaddies as opposed to soldiers, it conveys an intimate knowledge or direct relationship. A couple of suggested edits above. I wonder about the ending, I’m not British and don’t get the whole monarchy thing, is the queen the target or the folks buying poppies and not supporting soldiers. If this is your first poem, great start!