Gunshot Flower

The war has struck

With missile rain

They tried to hide

They tried in vain

And now they lie

Beneath the soil

In sunken smells

Of burning oil

For lost is lost

And find is gain

And never sweet

For dying pain

Suffer day

While suffer night

To smell disgust

A ghastly sight

A sorrow moan

A gunshot flower

The battle cry

For bloody shower

The End

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