war of the roses

The world wakes up
With razored teeth
An army of steamrollers
Stand and bequeath 
A fieldfull of primrose
Quite dead in their wake
So beautifully crushed
Dreamy yellow opaque
And world craves its beauty
The beauty of death
Writes up brave tales
Of the no primrose left
Enshrines all the yellow
In public parades
While standing, saluting
And sharpening its blades
For world ever wakes up
With razor blade smiles
Carefully selecting from more
Colour files
Be it white lily or poppy
This time
An army of steamrollers
All wait in line

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