The Floral Revolution Poem by Lama Mando

Lying down
Safe and pleased
Lying down
Overcome with sickness
A drowsy cloud seduces me to drown
And I do drown in an ocean of roses
My heart isn't yet over the floral revolution
I've not had enough battles
The red and the white
Will ever have a fight
A million wars have been fought
I've been wrecked
I wrecked some
'Have some mercy, please'
They plead
'You are sick'
I know
'It's history'
No, I am history
'Alone, alone'
Like a willow
'Fed on innocence'
With the daisies
'Thinking all the time'
My pansies
Take your leave!
The time is ripe now for
The sycamore
O' sycamore
Your yellow flowers are telling
That Mr. D is coming
He has brought a black orchid
I can smell his presence
Touch his scent
He's close now
I can breathe in some jasmine aroma
But, Lord!
I need to cluster my roses,
Water the lilies,

Iron my Atlas dress,
Pinch my hair with the orchid
And hold the tulips in my hand
Yet, I can't move now
I am too slow
And numbness is too fast
' It's too late my dear'
Ivy, you are the cause.