Hibiscus’ Message

He held the carnations tight 

between his index finger and thumb

And he rooted it safely 

within the barrel of the gun


He returned its stem 

to mineral-made gunpowder from which it once grew

In hopes of preserving 

the spirit of what is true


The sergeant uprooted a flower from his gun 

But the message had been sent

All our good had been done


The gunman’s soul had already been saved

Since it’s better planting flowers there 

than on our own children’s graves


Hibiscus’ message 

had already been preached

And their ironclad hearts 

had already been reached



I really like this. When I read the first few lines I was a little disturbed, but as I continued to read I understood and thoroughly enjoyed it.

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