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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