Wrathful flowers

When neither hate nor fear dwells in the soul and the dense fog dissappears, don´t lower your eyes.
On the earth, holy ground, wrathful flowers make a claim to power, money and arms for all the usurped lives.
And although the memory has space for only a few of them,
don´t lower your eyes.
In the darkness of time millons of eyes wet with tears are watching us.