The flower of evil
Lives and blood are
Provided to the nutriention
Of the canceration gene
Of the policitians,
It’s name is war.
The Sochus Oleraceus
The last comfort woman died
And buried with her, the never healed scar
The Japanese soldiers had left on her body
Some people wish she could rot soon
And vanished without any trace
But that could only her body
The scar has become a hard stone
Hurting the conscience of history.