Finest And The Fittest Poem by Mark Heathcote

She's aptly a symbol of survival
the finest and the fittest.

Isn't it an apt symbol of the cycle of life?
Watching in near disbelief, this elderly woman
Walking courageously over to a group of soldiers
Demanding and inquiring forcibly, answers.
'Who are you? '

Soldier: we are on exercises.
What kind of exercises? Are you Russian?
What are you doing here?
Why are you fascist's here?
Why are you here? What are you doing here?

Soldier: we are on exercises.
Do not escalate this situation.
What are you doing on our land with all these guns?
Take these seeds and put them in your pockets.
Guys, guys put these sunflower seeds in your pockets
You came to my land. Do you understand?

'You are enemies, occupiers.'
You are cursed. I'm telling you.
'From this moment on, cursed.'
Take these seeds and put them in your pockets.
Guys, guys put these sunflower seeds in your pockets
So at least sunflowers will grow when you all lie down here.

She showed them aptly a symbol of survival
the finest and the fittest.