Subtle Subversion

Weeds need to be destroyed, lest they smother us all.

From the Weed

Look at that flower,

A green tower

Soaring over my head

And topped in red

Symbol of life and vibrance

I dare not use violence.

On the ground I struggle and toil

Covering precious fertile black soil,

And when seeds fall

They’ll see no light at all.

A quiet victory I will have won

By simply blocking out the sun.

 

From the Flower

Look at that weed

Smothering my seeds.

I will wilt in sorrow

My heart hollow,

For seeds are to be flowers

And feel cool rain showers,

Dance with the breeze

And get tickled by bees.

But for the weed I also wilt,

The gardener will come and witness its guilt

And with gentle fingers employed

You, weed, will be destroyed

Author's Note

Started as a conversation between a flower and a weed, but it feels better like this.