Gun - Poem by BONGOKOBIDA ZAKARIA
Bud of flower at the point of gun
Barrel of gun on the chest of flower’s bud!
Creativeness not destructive one-
This is the slogan of modern world
Go to Japan if you want to see the kingdom of cherry flower-
Though at the Second World War Japan was the villain
Flower looks decorous in your hand- not gun!
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