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

They brought into my house for six or so days
Soon they droopy I thought
Hmm, time
But one just on burning
she was looking me in the eye
Saying fuck you
Am gonna without the soil, the sun, the sky

Even tho I have no and I'm dismembered and on display
I will
You'll drink my like til consumption is pass¨¦
I burn for all my sisters and for my brothers too
And all the long forgotten
Yeah I burn for you

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

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