Society In Flowers
Evening primrose
Lined up in rows.
Bloom in the night,
When you've no sight.
Pick the prettiest flower,
Build up all your power.
Poison the ugly,
Smiling smugly.
But you never saw true beauty,
As you were blinded by your duty
To put the prettiest in line,
And never look beyond the divine.
So now the ones who had potential,
The ones who would have been essential
Have now all withered and died.
You never got to see what lay inside.