White Rose of Seven Petals

They dare to sprout in an infertile soil
Or fertile in a way 
that dissuades growth
But encourages rot
Of mind
Of belief
Of self
Or is that the way they stayed alive
Fall in step
Believe the words
Disbelief suspended by false loft
Tethered by lies, interwoven like a web
To trap those 
In fear
Dissonant to what was known
A solitary White Rose
Of Seven Petals
Dares to break the blood soaked ground
Dares to stand fast against the rising storm
Knowing that the season will be cut short
That each petal will be guillotined in its own way
Before new seeds have a chance to be sown
Before new seeds have a chance to germinate
And spread
Holding the broken soil
Together
The roots meandering, unseen
the final cry echoing 
as the blade falls fast
Long. Live. Freedom. 

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