Flower In The Battlefield [POEM]

Brave the thornbush if you dare,

Brave the poisoned nectars fair,

Brave the ivy's deadly snare,

And ask forgiveness with a prayer...

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Heavy Themes

Talks About War

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Flower In The

Battlefield

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Take a look at the battlefields

Blanketed with a scarlet hue,

This is the place where the sword yields

Against injustices untrue,

But look at that marvelous sight!

A flower in the battlefield,

Growing amidst all these chaos,

Vying to survive with its might,

Lonely flower of solitude,

Accompanied by cadavers,

And it is only from their deaths

That it could grow strong and upright,

The world is not a monochrome

Where everything is black and white,

And this is no place to call home

If everything gives you a fright,

But around this empty wasteland

Therein lies a blooming flower,

Stranded away from its garden,

Is in need of a helping hand,

Deserted flower of mankind,

Only survivor of this war,

Blooming life, surrounded by death,

A teacher of philosophy,

Take a good look at the warzone

Littered with those that had fallen,

This is where you'd see the old crone

Watching with her wide eyes, sullen,

And if you'd take a closer look,

You'll see the solitary bud

Covered with the blood and the dirt

Of those slain by Death's crooked hook,

And it's the one that wasn't slain;

The lovely and scarlet flower,

Drenched with results of foolishness,

The symbol of indifference,

There is hardly called a safe place

Among these ruined mess wherein

Everyone has this paper face

Painted as either great or less,

And yet, there is life that's growing

In a form of a lone flower,

With roots unattached from the ground,

Besmirched by all of man's raving,

It cared not of the war around

Nor did it care if it drank blood;

The flower was said to be hope,

Yet I saw that it didn't care,

And so, why must I care as well

If you went out to go to war?

Why must you push your ideals

To those that believed another?

And so, why should I care as well

If you'd went out to go to war?

Must everything be answered by

The hungry fangs of violence?

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