One little posy
Stood still in place
Afraid of the pain
All these thorns could inflict

One little posy
Grew tired and weak
It realized its doom
And gave up so soon

One little posy
Got choked up by thorns
In a bush of roses
Where it did not belong

Oceans rage
Thunders roar
Fires ablaze
Darkness takes forth

Punches are thrown
Screams are heard
Lives are taken
But justice is yet to be served

The moon above
Looks upon the world
Not wanting to do anything
Not able to do anything

(y.s)