Where have all the flowers gone ?

She treads thru the mowed meadow but where have all the flowers gone ?
They were looking so lovely when all was said and done
What an awful thing for her to come upon
Well whovever cut away these colours must be such a moron

She looks down at the tangled mess of broken love and it pulls from her heartstrings as she picks up a foxglove
One perfect pretty flower that was lying on its side in amongst all the broken blossoms far and wide
Acres of magnificent meadow grass that was beautiful and bursting with wildlife has been chopped up into peices and lying amidst scatterings of strife