War in my country
No rain to wash the blood
weeping in winter
Bang, bang, bang
Bullets, bullets and bullets
No one hears the wind
Peace is far away
Blinking stars in the night
dark clouds gather in spring
Mother holds dead child
Husband under her feet
eyes frozen to sky
Bare bones everywhere
Carcass smell in summer
lonely bird above
Last whistle not blown
Buds sprouting everywhere
bees out in spring.
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