Sunflowers and Ceasefires
Another moment of silence.
Another flag at half-mast
Another coffin dressed in colors.
Life's becoming quite a drag.
Community garden filling with tomatoes and needles.
Tiptoe like a sunflower, keep an eye wide open.
A black-smoke man was selling paper roses.
Monday morning, there's an empty desk at school.
Wrong place at the wrong time, they always chime.
Another Crayola crayon angel has died before their time.
Caught in the crossfire between the reds and blues.
Grief counselor soothes, but things will never be cool again.
A child's watching cartoons- a sudden news flash.
A firebug picked the perfect home; an entire family's dead.
The only thing you can do is turn the channel fast.
Sunflowers and ceasefires are God-sent but never seem to last.
Another moment of silence. Another flag half-mast.
Another coffin sprayed with tears and taps.
Life's becoming quite a drag.
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