You can be all iridescent
For it what makes us
All shining with uniqueness
We can all be different
But you cannot capture irridescency
And claim it as your own
.
Don't come here
To drag your blemish foul cloth
Tarnishing the very colors of the fabric
In which is woven the rainbows and the flowers
Which drape the earthlings coats for centuries
.
Leave the children's innocence to bloom
Let them thrive and grow out from this room
Let them understand their true colors
.
You come with your fake-ass smile
With an ambition that is vile
From the depths of your artificial grin
A facade of counterfeit skin
Beneath your whimsical and playful nature in the company of your kin
.
Like a hog breaking into the garden
The grounds of fragile innocence
You trampled on carelessly
Like a vandal, defacing a masterpiece
Stealthily, you try to smear and shatter it
You wrapped yourself in a deceptive charade
.
You desiccated their pretty and fresh petals
Of radiant candor that you wish you had
You traded-off the whole blossom for a bastardized abysmal imitation
Of melancholy and doubt
You slyly induced their roots
Infested their stems with a web of deceit
You fed them your tainted waters
Drained their inborn authenticity
.
Each blossom, interrupted
Guided to self-sabotage
Permanently halted
Forever premature
.
Like a struggling flower
Wilting away
Whose delicate roots
Did not yet grow deep enough
To sustain itself
To endure the droughts of life
.
Their tomorrow
Robbed by the innahilation of yesterday
With nothing to sow
.
Now stunted and withered
Its sole true color's fading away
Soon will succumb in decay
.
One by one, they fall to rot
Within your field of lies
They're caught
Forever wasted
and unfulfilled
Their most beautiful hues
Were not yours to use
.
Their authentic nature
You did lure
Vibrant and real
Not a commodity for you to steal
.
Sacrificed at your behest
Their once genuine souls
Forever they will lose
You can hear it from their silent cries
That's how a flower dies
.
Don't kill the daisies.
Leave our children alone.
.
Daisies are precious just like the children as they're the symbol of innocence and purity.
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ᛟᚾ La Völva Creates ©
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