War and Peace

I stand bright bathing fire,
Summer heat so blazing dire,
I can only bloom in this harsh satire,
I stand bright bathing fire.

Glowing warm in my attire,
Red and Green which I am entire.
I wave to the world as it passes by,
I wish I had wings to fly,
but sad to witness all motion,
this is where i have to lie.

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