Youthful rose

 

Planes roar overhead jubilant in success

flying flags with golden trim,

powerful nations displaying arms so strong…

Cities below breathe dusty carnage,

children slumped over dead parents weep into their darkened wounds

 

Amongst the show of power and greed

in the anguish and pain left behind

grows a youthful rose,

defiant,

cascading light…

 

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