chopped off their heads,
severed their grins....
Only yesterday I passed them on my busy waywhile they were waiting
for execution.
(They grinned back.)
And tomorrow I'll pass their fallen stems
again.
I miss their beaming blossoms.
Broken bodies of newly released prisoners,
heads taken away...
Away
To decorate some table
Jagged stems are my daffodils now
Flowers no more
My life becomes colourless
They cut all my daffodils down
I expect I'm next
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