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Daisies
Mommy says daddy's
pushing up daisies.
“I bet he's a good gardener.”
One day you'll recognize a martyr
For the “Red, white and blue”.
“We want you!”,
While fatherless babies are born.
Since when do eagles grow horns?
Open up a gaping hole.
A weakened young-in as a whole.
To bad tragedy
thrills me.
I am not a monster,
but i cannot counter.
We live vicariously,
time to face reality.
