Sunflower toil

​In days to come,
​what stories shall we tell?
​Of towns and cities
​that used to swing,
​but swing no more.
​Or of the bones and flesh,
​with faces and muscles,
​and blood on their hands.
​And life running
​through their fingers.
​Who carried freedom’s
banner high, giving their
all to the very end.
​To break the strangling
bears thrall.
​This is the story
that will live forever.

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