Roses are red, sunflowers are yellow,
Once I met a very smart fellow.
He told me of wonder, amazement, and awe.
Oh! What wonderful things he said he saw.
I followed him away to that magical land,
only to be pulled by this big scary hand.
I screamed and shouted to be released,
only then did the scary man cease.
I watched again as he pulled back his fist.
Oh boy... How I wish he'd have missed.
I lay in the alley hoping for rescue,
Oh god. I stayed as still as a statue.
This happened hundreds of years in the past.
I only hoped this trend wouldn't last.
I figured that it was only my time that was flawed.
In the century I lived in, this was not odd.
The question I wanted to ask you?
Why does this happen in your era too?