Roses of Humanity
Burn the bush and eat the fruit.
Take everything you can from this life.
It’s not meant to last
And you came first
Rules of the desert
Leave the dead and wounded behind.
Bushman, atavistic warrior
Live by the spear and die by the machete
An AK47 by your side.
Sixteen years old
Never felt true love
Lying there in death
Bleeding from your mouth
The roses of humanity
Have left their thorns in your throat
You never cried
You never laughed
You barely lived
And then you died.
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