Then and Now

I use to be a flower that sprouted from a seed The soil as my mothers womb through fertile flesh to feed The bees are dear beloved attracted by my scent They carry strife but still remain Resourceful and content I've many brothers and sisters that starve before the rain Kidnapped and beaten by the heat wishing death more than pain I gave praise to the firmament to open up the sea The waters fell and gave the weak the strength that of a tree I use to be a flower that sprouted from a seed The soil as my mothers womb through fertile flesh to feed The children now are not content a mandrake of a seed That nature neglected as an antagonistic weed The soil as my mothers womb through fertile flesh to bleed