my muscles are weakened by atrophy
yet this is the most hopeful catastrophe
I cant fight anymore
now hands are feeble like a newborns
barely grabbing your thumb
instead of gripping a gun
cause I am done fighting you
done trying to stake claim over fields of my heart
I never owned in the first place
the soils dry but in time it will soften with rain
that falls from my own suffering and pain
the bloody battles finally over
I stake a white flag in the ground and surrender
cause these lands have been occupied by rapists and thieves
disguised as gentlemen and royalty
but you, you fought violently for me
to bring back peace for the sake of peace
to bring back freedom so I could be free
the wind is stirring up scents of new things
it rustles the tattered white flag gently
Whats gonna happen next, I dont know
but I know from these blood stained fields
flowers and gonna grow
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