I bought six sunflowers at Sundays farmers market
The one near Selma and Vine
I took them all home put them into a big green vase
And they were pretty
I was proud they were mine

They brought fire into my house for six or so days
Soon they were droopy I thought
Hmm, time pays
But one just kept on burning
Like she was looking me in the eye
Saying f*ck you bitch
Am gonna live without the soil, the sun, the sky

Even tho I have no roots and I'm dismembered and on display
I will burn
You'll drink my like blood til consumption is pass¨¦
I will burn for all my sisters and for my brothers too

And all the flowers long forgotten
Yeah I will burn for you

I just looked into her face
Seeing her triumph her struggle and our race
And I saw my comfort then and the numbness and self pity it brings

Like that's some kind of excuse like I can cut myself off another self
Indulgent illusion to hide my violence to hide our violence
Well we all cut this flower down
Be she in yourself in a field in a sweatshop or in a small zapatista town
Yeah we all
When will war be over
When will war be over
When will war be another clich¨¦
Just like peace is packaged today oh when will war be over

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SHEILA NICHOLLS