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Democracy
by Candace Turner

Red
The red roses of blood that cover the hill
The red beats of passion that throbbed in the hearts
       of the bodies that lay
in the blood red ground

White
The white crosses of purity that mark their beds
The white noise of pain that fills the air
       around the bodies that lay
in the blood red ground

Blue
The blue skies of heaven that cover the earth
The blue notes of song that fill a spring day
       over the bodies that lay
in the blood red ground





 


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