A Cemetery

grass growing from dead soil
life lost to the ground

life kept in boxes
we fought for freedom
we do this willingly

silent, nothing happens here
but we stay away
a feeling, atmosphere

we fear death
honour the dead
murder the guilty
hope for eternity

ashes in trees
stone after stone

we do not walk here
now or after

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