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Apr 2
Sweet souled children
Youth to the soil of land woven
Here come those who dance and trample all over it
And what did these children do but
Unravel their petals in the sun
Roots intertwined, nowhere to run
Green, white, black and red
And all I can see is the rubble that envelops them
Even the vibrant red is greyed as their petals are dug up
As I scoop and scoop at the soil
Endlessly
And all the millions of children that remain underneath, in my hand only lays parts of one
Oh how I see the life leave your skin
Eyes unfocused and distant
Unmoving
And how I look at all these flowers of mine
Thriving and unharmed
How can I have children when
These dear red poppies vanish underneath
How can we continue to live with ourselves
As their parents lose these vibrant little things
Vying for life
Dying for life

And as these people dance upon the ground
Red, black, white and green
Under their feet
They smile at their accomplishments
And move on with their feat
Yanamari
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