Crumbling Flower Crowns
Adorn them with flowers
For their love and their fight
For the spirits they stand for
And the ones who have to still hide
Award them for standing tall
As they call the end of bloodshed
With scraped knees and bruises
For mankind have stained the fields
From afar and close
With bodies lying dead at our doors
Our flowers call out for social change
With the pain and rage
Switched out for peace
For equal rights for every flower
But with all the love
With all that fight
What was it for?
As we now find ourselves
Slowly heading back to the starting line
Returning with aged crumbling flower crowns.
by Anayis N. Der Hakopian
(also featured in Bloom I06)
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