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I six sunflowers at Sundays farmers market
The one Selma and Vine
I took them all put them into a big green vase
And were pretty
I was proud they mine

They brought fire my house for six or so days
they were droopy I thought
Hmm, time
But one just kept on
she was looking me in the eye
Saying you bitch
Am live without the soil, the sun, the sky

Even tho I have no roots and I'm and on display
I will
drink my like blood til consumption is pass¨¦
I burn for all my sisters and for my brothers too
And all the flowers long
I will burn for you

I just looked her face
Seeing her triumph her and our race
And I saw my then and the numbness and self pity it brings

Like that's some of excuse like I can cut myself off another self
Indulgent illusion to hide my violence to hide our
Well we all cut this flower
Be she in yourself in a field in a sweatshop or in a zapatista town
we all
When will war be
When will war be
will war be another clich¨¦
Just like peace is packaged today oh when war be over