The uniforms go marching by
Shining in the sunlight
Sweating beneath
And it is easy to love such things on sight
But less
Perhaps
To love the things not present in parade
Sometimes needed
Sometimes not
Unless the desires of the greedy
Whom struggle never touches
Count as need
But far from pleasant
Even when needed
Flowers grow well from shit
But what does a flower do?
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