Concrete Flowers

The flowers with their easy figures

move and dance to a wind

I cannot feel.

 

They rise without thinking

from twisted filth and darkness

towards the brilliance.

 

We bend down to kiss those children

that grow through fractured cement.

 

They will be taught no harm.

They will neither wither nor fade.

They will be taught only to accept life,

and their own color.

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