Sunflowers
Do not cut the sunflowers,
They were cut down once before -
On sunny fields where wheat once grew,
Where families played outdoors.
These golden rods that rise like Gods,
Mark graves of those mowed down -
Defending their land and freedom from
Monstrous thieves invading towns.
When vicious slaughter came
And could not be outrun -
When left alone to fight and die
Brave warriors all carried some -
Seeds of the mighty sunflower!
In the pockets of their clothes -
So forevermore all would know
Where they died these flowers grow.
Sean Wescott
If Ukraine stops fightinng, there will be no Ukraine. If Russia stops fighting, there will be no war.
Kira Rudik
