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Red Rose your Blue,
Red rose your blue…
So red the rose with broken stem
What of the beauty, you gave to them
Watch these men upon your flower
Uncaring of your pollens power
Men that take more than they need
So easy falling to their greed
They do not see your petals beauty
To fill the greed, they wave their duty
If only those this time upon her
Could be gone, but gain not honour
That they say of honour, it is for fools
Did we not know they make the rules
And we that put you to that place
Should to late see your other face
Now you stand in power and gloat
No longer needful of our vote
And still we crave to hear your voice
For us there is no other choice
This once great party on it’s knees
While some among us live at ease
Alright for those with silver tongue
What of the future for our young
While we work and sweat, rest perhaps dream
The ones above shirk, take, scheme
Is this for us our piece of cake
While we struggle in their wake
No I say it is our time
You must pay for such a crime
So before rose petals fall
Address the biggest crime of all
That those in power themselves adorn
While we lie scattered at her thorn
We must demand they leave that place
No longer safe below their mace
Now’s the time for all to share
Great wealth that we did gather there
They try to blind us with a lie
To turn our house into their sty
Stay nothing hidden behind her door
And honour sweat from every pore
Raise once again your voices loud
Let what we hear make all men proud
And proud we ask go to the lands
Lift and wash their weary hands
Say no longer sleep you at her barb
Set cloth maker to fit new garb
Shout now it’s known you’ve toiled long
Lived good life and done not wrong
Now each embrace inside her glow
Come see her stem repair and grow.....
Tread careful not on poison nettle
Tired souls sleep amongst the petal.....
Critiques
greeneyes
16 years 7 months ago
I loved your poem
Roscoe Lane
16 years 7 months ago
I say thank you, to an
Hooded Stranger
16 years 7 months ago
Expert
Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
And the message was worth
Roscoe Lane
16 years 7 months ago
thank you