They Call Them The Sarajevo Roses

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In the streets of Sarajevo
You will see shell and shrapnel holes
Filled with plastic paint of red
These large and small paint-filled holes
Remain to tell us of the sacrifice
By the many, many wounded and the dead
Who fell in Sarajevo
Your crimson petals
Nurtured by your blood and tears
Shine and glisten in the rain
Locked deep, deep down
Inside those blooms of crimson red
Lay your sorrow and your pain
(Bosnia)
Bill Underwood

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