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Petition Denied!
I died last night

in a field of snowdrop flowers.

Laughing hyenas tore my heart apart...


Blood drops fell one by one

screeching along their canine strong teeth.

My blood...

On an immaculate, empty field.


The moon was indifferent yesterday

but offered me shelter for a while...

"Take it or leave it..."


I was bleeding to death

and they were laughing at me.

I didn't have time to mourn my parents' passing

when they slit open my aorta...

The Laughing Hyenas... grooming their future little killers.


They performed lobotomy on my kid

and made him a follower

as the sun started rising...

as the last red drops sunk in the thirsty loving cracks of Humanity.

And they were gone for the next victim...

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The sun raised again as suns usually do,

On an empty field ...

warming hopes once again

in a field of unforgettable bloody cruelty.


Hundreds of Girl Scouts signed a petition

In need of a red flower garden

Instead of the "killing fields".

It was denied and signed by ...

The Laughing Hyenas.



Iolanda Scripca, San Diego