White crosses on a field of dreams,
where war once bound the land in blooded soil,
and man dreamed of freedom's life,
but lost it all to missiles torn.
The womens tears, fed flowers torn roots,
and the crosses grew one by one,
and once the dream took flight,
and men won back their land
their lives, their homes, their future hopes
and left the field with reminders white
in growing weeds and wildflowers.
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