The great lie
was dressed in white.
It took a lot of effort
to decorate the lot
with pretty flames
dancing in vain
around known faces
hidden in visible cages.
A requested celebration
as a family’s termination.
You smiled behind the smoke
continuing to poke
our soft hearts
to see if our laughs
were still alight
ready for the dead of night.
And a sunflower sea
which I still carry with me.
Because Daisies are horrible,
unfortunately unforgettable:
they concealed the sun
and pointed a loaded gun
at the poor Sunflowers
with no left hours.
But don’t think you’re not to blame
I’m only playing your sick game
with broken hope
and much to cope.
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