Flowers Of Destruction Poem by Alex Grove

Flowers Of Destruction

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Flowers of destruction
Blooming on a disused grave
Where a poor boy lays
Forgotten

He didn't believe in war
He didn't believe in sickeness
Of corrupted people
Rotten

He left too soon
Friend of everyone
Friend on no one
Beaten

Hurt to death
by nightmares and daydreams
outcast fool
Silent

Sunday, April 10, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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