Nineteen Seventy One

Fire burnt through lands and flags
Reeking dead corpses filled in the air
But what remained after the ashes?
A new born fighter picked up the ember
Facing the darkness that
People didn’t want to remember
Congregating as the murky clouds
The dark shadow on the high ground
Was merely a hatred giant

Author: Ka Shing Lo

Liberate as many as possible, 100%

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