Battling To Survive

We were like flowers 
In the garden of freedom
Playing with bees and birds 
Fearing only to God

Some hunters sailed to land 
Sudden like Corona 
From the direction of the tiring Sun sets 

They picked all flowers in cherish
Very early to perish 
Of the garden they became rich 
Turning the garden to live with the witch 

How fast the Sun travelled around?
Over the heads of the old hunters 
Battling to survive with their own witches

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