A Genocide of Roses

I hate red Roses

They remind me

Of something

I’ll never have.

The dots of crimson

Which paint the fields

Inspires complete anger

 

I took in my hands

A blade to cut them down

With precision as to

Avoid the beautiful weeds

which suffocates them

I want them all to

die

 

A ceaseless genesis

Of red roses

Makes an endless task

They refuse to die,

The sight of them

Causes me great pain

I bet they laugh at me

And taunt me

With their delicate petals

Dancing in the wind

 

Should I pave the field

In a concrete blanket

Remove all life from it

An absolute desolation

Or should I continue

This useless fight

 

I hate red Roses

Why do they have to exist

I must kill them all

All except for one

The black rose

In the center of the field

I’ll let that one grow,

And consume all

 

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