Why did they come?
Some tucked,
Some taped
Some took away sap,
Some slashed,
Other scratched,
Another cut,
Made love sign,
Boards were nailed,
Flowers plucked,
Branches fell
Leaves ate up
Hundreds of fracture,
Under brutal torture,
All for without any fault
All for without any cause
I want a stop
I appeal to men
I suffer too from pain.
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