Soldiers And Flowers. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Soldiers And Flowers.



We walk through a wasteland
And our dreams of innocence,
They run away of my hand.
We kill without conscience.

We stomp their beatiful flowers.
We worship our military powers.
We become one with our guns and war.
Angels cry so far.

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