Among the flames
Everyone says it has always been this way
But I know what really happened here
The people they, they destroyed it
But nobody could pin it on them because it was the perfect crime
They covered it up
Just like murderers clean up all the blood
I see them but they dont see me
I saw what they did, they killed them all
They killed the trees, and the grass, and the wonderful animals
It once was a habitat, now it is just a place where people come to spend their money
You may think they are innocent, but they are accomplices to the murders
I was there, when they set it a flame and bulldozed everything single little thing
I was there sitting on the grass, tears in my eyes, as they tore down everything
But alas I could not do anything
They may think it is over now, the murder has already been commited
But they are wrong
Because as I am sitting here on this wooden bench, I can still see the blood
And I can truly see
I am, We all are still among the flames
Touchy Flowers
You cut us down to use for your own.
The yank of your hand breaking our bones.
Yes, we are as beautiful as gems.
Pick us and see the screams visible from our mishappened stem.
We have feelings too.
You can’t simply repair us with glue.
We die for your deads.
Always destroying our flower beds.
Decorating your deceased’s grave.
A great payment for the beauty we gave.