“Put these seeds in your pockets”, the woman said, to the soldier — a stranger on her homeland, “At least sunflowers will grow when you lay dead”. Her heart blue, eyes red, yet resolute her stand. With guns, bombs, and tanks, the tyrants invade A people of peace; they bring a reign of pain. War spares no one, it’s an evil trade, Lives are taken, only suffering and despair remain. The people of freedom, they’re heartbroken yet headstrong,