The Unburied

I ask the flowers a reason
For being prodigal
Shedding itself in vain
All its glorious blooms
On the dismal roads

In reply, it says to me
"I weep and pay homage
To all my warriors
The seeds, twigs, and leaves
Who gracefully heeded, and
Gave way to new blood
They are my kith and kin,
My bullets, swords, and shields
Who lay unburied
On the tarred, cold roads
Hapless and nowhere to go
Deprived of their deathright
To lay peacefully
In the womb of Mother Earth

I shed to perform their last rites"

I stood there pained and meek
Before I could say anything
The flower continued to speak

"I question mankind in disdain
About the inaction and imprudence
To let the valorous bodies
Their bones and flesh
Decay in dishonor
The ones that braved and fought
The likes of
Nature, time, and circumstance.

You better explain..."