I saw the sun. It was in blood.
The piece was killed by death’s guard.
The sky cried looking at the sin.
The trembling ran on people’s skin.
I saw the lives lying in graves.
They all were victims of the knaves.
I saw the politicians who weren’t afraid
Of terrible things that they had made.
I saw the people who were dead.
“We lived, we laughed and cried,” they said,
“We hated, loved. We lived before
But we were killed by fucking war!”
2003
I saw
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