The flowers are growing
The flowers are laughing
The flowers are drowning
In her blood
The flowers are blooming
The flowers are smiling
The flowers are frozen
From his screams
The flowers are matting
The flowers are wilting
The flowers are crying
From the boots that she stomps
The flowers have see them die a million times
The flowers have heard them cry
The flowers have seen them bleeding
The flowers are growing
The flowers are laughing
The flowers are drowning
From all the blood the nations have shed
Ha..ha..not so funny any more
The flowers are thinking that all humans can do are
Kill
Cry
Bleed
Die
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Pleaing For Freedom
PoetryThis is were I pore my soul in to words. With either poems or sayings.
