Two times short = two short poems time.
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She stood amidst the chaos on campus,
facing a National Guardsman on May 4th 1970,
and bravely inserted a single Lily
into the barrel of his rifle,
as she gazed deep into his eyes and told him,
"Flowers Are better than bullets."
She died later that day, in a hail of bullets,
perhaps mistakenly let loose or fired with angst,
in the midst of a protest against an endless war.
She was one of four who bled to death,
with nine others wounded in the spring of their lives,
There she lay staring up at a cloudless sky,
as she embraced a peace
her world here refused to grant.
Castaway On The Island Of Despair.
When one undreams
all that they once
their sole hopes
are swept away
into a bottled up state
floating endlessly on
emotions of brainwaves,
crashing on the shores
Surrounded by oceans
they remain trapped
in a glass prism of
their own making.
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