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Silence is peaceful sometimes:)
Silence is peaceful sometimes:)
A country with a poppy
Going Back in history
To the crimson silk of trade
Where darker pacts were made
The poppies bloomed in foreign fields
Its resin forged as wealth, as shields
A softened flower, with barbs concealed
The greed is what made the world yield
While poppies bloomed in that field
A country filled with poppies was forced to yield
Poppies, a hypocrisy
A symbol to be free
Yet oppressing those who seem to be
A stain like graffiti
Poppies bloomed where stories bled
A flower fed by those long dead
The riches drained
A country stained
This crimson stain
Causing timeless pain
A flower born from pain
Now sown in chains
A war of goods, a war of greed
And planted deep, a tiny seed
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Always thought that interesting for a bloom of such representation to be the source of opiates as well, varieties of it, that is. Where morphine and codeine play a significant role in ongoing battlefields and also after where dependence and addiction prevail. It’s not far fetched to visualise such countries. 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
Thank you so much 🙂
A very well crafted piece of writing, i cannot think of any other single beautiful item that has been used to bring mass, pain, misery, addiction, murder, destroyed countries and so on in the world. Enjoyed the read
Thanks!!!
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