Dandelion

You can blame me for the wars And eclipse me for the nation Close before me gates and doors To prevent contamination You can treat me like a fool Talk to me like I’m a child Who had listened to a mule Born and bred in land of wild Where they never read a bible Maybe never use a fork Round the fire they dance tribal Dances, looking folly dork Their existence is illegal Their warships cross the ocean They are threatening the bald eagle Poor bird sends warning notion None of the above relates To myself, and likes of me Who are facing the same fate Waiting for the blind to see But as every pavement needs Its own stubborn dandelion I’m with decorative weeds In the world of deadly iron.