The flowers grew,
as poppies bare,
the grudges,
shouts, and victories past.
The pain,
ripping, tearing, shredding,
jacket, skin and heart,
and Death settles.
Silence in the wind,
silence that no one hears,
no one left to appreciate
that the pain has stopped,
Even if it did mean Death settled down,
it was worth it,
for this peace,
this silence,
It is democracy's victory,
that ripping pain,
now silence,
now peace.
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