Fallen from pins called stars
In the new night sky.
I know what I have to do –
Every man, every woman,
every person knows
What they have to do.
They, we,
Have to die
Fighting in a field –
Be it war
Or love.
Fighting whether systems
Of choice and change
Is our destiny.
No matter our density,
We float to fight
On fields of yellow flowers
For what we believe in...