Screaming Flowers

Screaming flowers

An eyesore in these days, but a style of the times

In the wallpapered kitchen, with ugly yellow trim

A vision of childhood, with love, light and laughter

When her view of the world, was a little less grim

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Screaming flowers

On the boulevard dry, in the hot summer sun

As they wither near death, so helpless, ignored

Begging Mother Nature for drops of sky nectar

To refresh and recharge, their lifeblood restored

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Screaming flowers

In the hands of the bridesmaid, as she stands by her side

To witness the ceremony, she knows a mistake

But quiet she must be and fulfill her sworn duty

And stay by her side, when her heart surely breaks

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Screaming flowers

On the stand in the nursery, where her new baby cries

For his mother’s embrace, to sooth infantile needs

Depression controls her, and delays her response

She cries out in anguish. God help me, she pleads

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Screaming flowers

On the dining room cabinet, a blood red expression

Yet another apology for harsh words and hands

Their scornful petals mockingly watching

As she faithfully follows her oppressor’s commands

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Screaming flowers

In the church on the altar with urn full of ashes

Leaving nothing but memories and death so unkind

Ripped from the soil for a fragrant memorial

Their stems now as broken as the hearts left behind

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When the flowers don’t make a sound

Can anyone hear them scream?

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