Weeds

We are all told we grow up as flowers
coming up from the ground as weeds with terrible needs
You sow what you were taught
and you plant with what you have brought.

Tell us all we are beautiful flowers
Weeds get useless dreams of becoming roses.
Say what you say about hours
the growth will only show if there are no roses.

We grow tall on the empty fields
grass is grass but it has its needs
the sun will no longer fulfill our needs
our rain will no longer befriend our trees.

Dry and unsound but we are stuck in the ground
we try to escape,
but we end up the same.

Weeds and withering roses go hand in hand
when the glim and the luminous
burn the growth and the plants.

Tumors of the earth, mutant and chemical
scientists fail and so does the religious
Atoms, hydrogen and helium;
the result of the war of the space and the infinite.