Warfare manipulates the sun
Two nations rise
Each to conquer the other
Poverty stretches our her arms
To cradle the children in fear and false protection
The parental carpet is pulled
Civil war breaks out
The government is weak but still in control
Good men are cast into exile
While law breakers rule the land
My heart dips her lips
Into the desperate waters of black human emotion
Waiting for the flowers of surrender to appear
To beam out hope and peace once more
Silence is heard in the riffles
As ten delicate hands elevate the flowers
Above the crowd between the two nations
"Forget-me-not" is whispered
Refusal collapses all hope
Hate and forgiveness become bitter enemies
Rain washes away few pains and sorrows
Leaving behind those crushed
Flowers.
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