Flower Bomb
Flower Bomb
The smell
of Gunpowder fills the air
with an aroma
Unbearable.
Faces are covered with t-shirts and bandanas,
objects are thrown
and windshields are smashed.
Only one is willing
to forgo violence.
Instead of a rock,
or an empty glass bottle,
a bundle of flowers is clenched
in his hand:
Ready, aim,
Fire.
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