THE THORNY ROSE

Who has most power
The rose or the thorn
That sweet scented beauty
Or its prickly harsh horn?

Shall the lure of the perfume
Outweigh thorny risks
To the killers out yonder
Intent on the bliss?

For the thorn is protection
Will fight against kill
But the rose is seductress
Attracts takers at will

And the covetous nature
Of many a hand
May pass one too thorny
But yet strip the land

It might depend on the number
Of killers said day
It might depend on the nature
Of those passing that way

It might depend on the tools
That a killer may bring
For some tools slice thorns
Without even a sting

So this I can tell you
In all honesty
Events are just random
We can never foresee