Hand over the Roses-
Hand them to those who don’t care.
Toss up a lotus-
High enough so that we will stare.
All that the world understands is land
Property values and gritty sand.
Let your flowers tear a rift
Whether or not they believe you can.
We are the war.
The soldiers that fight it
And the politicians that start it.
Touch a daisy to your nose
And make us jealous.
We are the strength.
The stems and leaves that bind
Together the veins of your mind.
Touch your fingers.
Do you feel the tingle of nerves
Being brushed oh so slightly?
Pluck some clover, lightly.
You can end the fighting.
We are the inner destruction
That will bring you to your knees.
Can you breathe
As we suffocate you?
We are nothing
But weeds and vines
Among the flower field
Of many blooms,
Trying to survive. |
Submission Name: Your Flowers
