This is a protest poem and uses a lot of metaphor for what is going on in America and the world today. Roses Roses I sit upon the pot today I cant believe the thing Ive read There doesnt seem to be a way To spare us from the lies theyve said Roses bloom where no one knows Leaves falling into place Marching on the impure snow Leaving no one with their grace The newspapers I will shred The TV never speaks to me again Petals cover whats been shed Hidden under a pile of grain Roses bloom where there is no snow Sounds that dont leave a trace Barren rocks that moss wont grow Peace is what men wont embrace Shedding off the yolk of whats been shed What more is there to be said
