I’m a delicate flower

 That is so strong indeed

So sweet as no smell

Can imagined but not

Be obvious to most that

Unaware will be lured

By surface to clap and

Stare when no flight

No stair no step is4

Then there, so vital

So firm the storms 

Sudden with notice 

None until that force

Of wind the burn of

Fire removes our homes

Our havens of dysfunction 

Those oasis’s by others by

To Us all be spoon.fed 

So many meds once not

Present but for greed for

Power that money-addict-

Addict in our weak frames 

Our vanities dumbnesses 

Our human frailnesses so

Preyed upon by so few to

Shackle spackle and to most

The world at large present

Once again images of peace

Where there there never was

Never ever will be until the

Lust if money no longer be

Addictions inflictions to all