Do not expect the sweet taste of Strawberries. [Poem].

Our leaders, the great commanders,
Are always thirsty for Blood,
They’ll leave millions in Hunger,
And Thousands Scrawling in the Mud,

They represent our interests!
Pledge Allegiance! Or you’ll die,
Don’t pretend to understand why,
Fast and Forever we will Rest.

Do not wait for Spring,
Do not expect the sweet taste of Strawberries,
You’ll only hear the scream of warplane wings,
Not the Buzzing of the colourful Bees,

The Decisive Storm will only bring
Asphyxiating dust over Ruins,
Democracy with bombs?
Try to sprout a Rose with fire…

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