Flowers on my Head

A poem of realized Love and Peace

The flowers dropped from my hair

Since I wasn't prepared 

For the crime I have seen

The crime that I wish were a dream

But I know this to be not

And this dream I can't be forgot

So instead my flowers drop

And I'll instead put a helmet on top

I use to believe in Love

The power of the singing dove

Of peace to come and stay

But that isn't a possible day

We must be real with ourselves

People must die and burn in Hell!

Turn the other cheek I've been told

A value that's hardest to hold

But as I look into a child's eyes

And see fear and trembling cries

I knew I thought wrong

Cause this child needs to stay strong

Just as I must stay strong for Love

I will preach for the dove

And I now reach my hand down

To pick up the flowers from the ground

Author's Note

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