The rose
Beautiful but trapped
Petals wilting
In fields of asphalt
Where poppies thrive
While dandelions run free and wild

The dandelion
Free but unwanted
Facing hatred
Through killing fields
And sidewalk cracks
While roses win the hearts of lovers

The rose
Beautiful but deadly
Thorns of blood
Piercing skin
China white
Chaining souls
While dandelions run free and wild

The dandelion
Wild but trapped
Spores in the wind
Snared cotton fibers
Alive in a spoon
Dead on the streets
While roses win over the hearts of lovers

The rose is beauty and purity trapped in its own loveliness
The dandelion won’t be bought or sold trapped in its freedom