The Death of a Girl

The Death of a Girl

The free-wied girl died, in the best of the flowers.

This country is dead.

A zombie destroys the body and the soul.

Raise your hands if you disagree.

No, no, no.

Dead, dead, dead.

Dear girl.

They die like you, and you rise in death.

Countless brave men have died in the distant winter.

The good and ugly people are dead.

The echoes push each other to the extreme.

Raise your hands if you disagree.

No, no, no.

Dead, dead, dead.

The Honourable Brave.

They are like you, and you shine in darkness.

Countless people died in a co-perpetrated crime.

That land is dead for a thousand years.

Nothing can grow and destroy.

A man of pain.

If they're not dead, give me a little hope and proof.

Don't make me despair like I'm dead.

But the earth echoes:

Raise your hands if you disagree.

No, no, no.

Dead, dead, dead.

I hope only where the light is.

• A little poem.