A Rare Black Rose

A rare black rose has fallen It can never again be risen It grew amongst rocks and was never watered Through it all it never whithered It withstood all the harsh weather and storms It was pleasing to look at but still had thorns Animals passed by and trampled it at night Still in the morning it rose like the sun At times the wind shook it but it asked for a sign A sign to show it will blossom for years to come It faced a lot of deceit Now it has bowed its head in defeat Its petals have been blown in all directions It stood all alone and no one was there to protect it Animals do not stop to mourn at its fate Butterflies have moved on to find another lively and fresh If only l was there to nurture and build a fence around it If only l opened my arms wide and protected it l cry for the rare black rose Let its pollen be dispersed by the wind Let it rest from this weary world ...................This goes out to all the prostitutes who have lost their lives trying to put food on the table for their families. Judged harshly by the world treated carelessly and overlooked