time and again
and the soil takes them
time after time the fallen morph
into the flowers that their feet once trod upon
upon the fusillade of time they fall
the trigger men call the shots
get to have the women who
will crop the children who
will fall in their turn
time and time again the seeds of youth
fall upon stony ground
‘when will they ever learn’ he sang
a lament at the going down of the sun
lest we forget them
who?
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