The roses died

Oh my roses
All torn and dried out
Oh my roses died today
The garden looks so gloomy
Dried leaves on the ground
Colorless flowers thrown apart
Oh my garden of roses
a Killing field
a mourning place

The plants bowing and mourning
The smell of death
is everywhere...

All of a sudden
heavy rain falls from the sky
Clears aways the evidences
of terror...
Like nothing has ever happened

in my garden of roses
It wasn't a suicide
I plotted the death
A brilliant plan
I denied their rights to live

The rain washed away
all the debris...
The truth is forever hidden

Tomorrow...
I have a new plant
A new garden to be praised
and soon they will  forget  the roses...