if there's light we dare to dream of hope
in this harsh time for odours on the air
coming from flowers not from human fear
we understand the symbol or the trope
and so will not soft-pedal nor soft-soap
the message which is we just do not care
for your refusal we have learned to tear
the the gossamer that you mistake for rope
now with the sun we see the winter birds
in trees and gardens doing what they need
for their survival that now is a sign
clearer and more direct than simple words
the propaganda of the yearly deed
we cannot its sharp message more refine
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