Before you cut down 

the unwanted flowers 

Before you prosecute the trespassers

Before you smother the voice

Look at the bleeding fence 

Hear the guitar weeping 

This wall did not play 

It cared for the flowers. 

Sometimes for the bloody 

Hands of the trespasser

 
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