False Flowers

False flowers almost never die
living a pretend life, a blatant lie.
Looks are all that matters they cry,
a scent can merely evoke a sigh,
weighs less than petals that wilt and die.
Lights go out, no time flies
darkness reigns without the Whys.

Dartwill Aquila

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Translation:
Instead of false flowers think of false life
where only money matters
and darkness (ignorance) rules if we don’t question (Whys)
the relationship between money and life.

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The West Bank is now the Judea-Samaria area.