Bombs And Daisies Poem by wild fire

Man kills the race
and women struggle to keep
their men from roaming and
letting beer and football stand between them

Children hear parents screaming
and see teachers get angry
while deep inside anger sprouts like
bombs and daisies

She's fifteen and pregnant
and people shun her and
her boyfriend has left her
and late at night she cries alone

War rages on inside me
and inside my country
killing innocence like stepping on daisies
and letting anger destroy with it's fatal bombs

Fatality grows as daisies decline
bombs explode into the amber night sky
and i hang onto my daisy
clinging on with dirty fingers

We all are letting our daisies die
and the children are too
because no one shows the love
and produces bombs instead

my daisy is the last to fall
and get stomped on
by America herself
as she gazes on me with spiteful eyes

and in her pupils I see
the explosions of bombs
and the blood,
of thousands innocent daisies.