by Paralee Dawson-Hayward
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
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by my poetic sister, Janeen Schneider who resides in Enumclaw, Washington.
The flowers intermingle, the yellows,
Purples, oranges and white
Why can't our races?
Why do we always have to fight?
It is just not right
The flowers so brave with petals open bare
To reach up and catch the hot sun's glare
Whatever the color of the flower we are
To kill each other is wrong, never fair
The white wide flowered hat sitting
On a tall, thin, green stem
Like this white bloom with its crown held high
The flowers each other touch
Listen people of violence
I have had more than enough!
Oh, God's people can't we all live as friends?
Under the bolder tall flowers.
Quiet, gentle purple flowers peek
As if to say "is it safe to come out?
It is sun and peace we seek."
So I tell you true if the anger in your body
You hold so tightly buried
Eventually out of all your pores
Hate will leak
The rest of us like the timid purple blooms
We hide and wait for our Eden to return
Beautiful flowers all colors and sizes
Intermingled I see
Give one reason why not we people
Like flowers live together in peace
You and me
by Janeen Schneider (my sister)
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