she is the flower that never bloomed
ravished, tarnished and finally killed
though she stared, black with those unseeing eyes
tears, nan shed ever shred
cry she did. but hers was a pain that never surfaced
for she was only a flower that never bloomed
brosed, prikled turnisnd...
devoid lifeless
how dare you disturb the stady rythem of her waters
a flower was never ment to be piked
forcefully pluked from its roots
yet her pink silk soft petals you stained in blood
in crimson grim you clothed her
now only a flower with dry fallen petals
a flower was never meant to be picked
yet everyday her unaltered cry disturb me
tomented ravished and finaly killed, piked
stearing blanky with those unseeng eyes
left as as refuge amongst the lilies, beutiful. dead.
she was a metamaforces of life
was. to never be
hers to never be given but forcefully taken, pluked
ravished turnished and finaly killed
are we vassils, tools to be used?
to be froliked
to be ravished
to be killed
let me give what is mine to keep
by katarina Mbiza
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