‘Tis not the fragrant flower I once knew,
Pleasing to the senses,
Brightening the world with her effervescent palette.
Her silky petals crumble, fragile to the touch,
Falling like toxic ash in the putrid air.
She pollutes the earth that feeds her,
Poisoning her waters making them non potable.
Oh how her beautiful bouquet has mutated,
Turning ugly and angry in the midst of the garden.
Those not of her kind are suffocated as weeds,
Trampled, then pulled out by their roots.
Intolerant and hateful she has become,
The prick of her thorns has turned fatal.
Her beauty, now masticated by selfishness
Sets her on a path to destruction.
No longer prized, no longer admired,
She will be turned as mulch–
Into the soil from whence she came.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
WOW- Just Amazing!!
Thank you very much, how kind of you to say.
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Thank you so much for the re-blog Terry, it is greatly appreciated.
Very complex and beautiful at the same time! A great poem.
I appreciate that, I decided to go metaphorical instead of more bluntly rant about the ills of this country.
That was quite graphic.
Well thank you…I decided to go metaphorical. 🙂
And you did a smashing job! (*smiles*)