ALL THE FLOWERS HAVE DIED
H. W. Bryce
Today, Saturday, July 8th, 2023, marks the 500th day
Of the Unkrainian invasion by Russia.
Dedicted to all Ukrainians:
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The wasteland lay smouldering,
Smoke wisps floating up like balloons
From the rubble where there are no tunes.
And all the flowers have died.
From the day when tornadoes hailed down
Destroying this peaceful, flowering land,
Its rhythm is an an unsynchopated band,
And all the flowers have died.
The trees have been smothered by ashes,
From fires with unrelating power,
The air reeks like acrid gunpowder,
And all the flowers have died.
Men women and children are dead now,
Grandmothers, and sisters and babies,
Stricken by missiles on wind, ravaged like rabies,
And all the flowers have died.
The monsters came, the monsters destroyed,
Replicating the war of the worlds,
Hurricanes chewed up all of the words
And The Word was shot out of the air.
Daffodils wilted, roses died on the vine,
The flower of her father is trampled down,
The grass of the land has all turned brown,
And all the flowers have died.
The dancing girls are dancing no more,
The Maypole has been blown down,
They no longer play queen with a crown,
For all of the flowers have died.
And all the flowers have died.
Forever to the end we shall defend,
Forever will shine the sun, the sun will shine
Again in the flower, our beloved flower,
And the sunflower will rise again,
AND THE SUNFLOWERS WILL RISE AGAIN.
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