The Flower In the Cactus

How oft' I said "No Help" entwine would rescue me ~ or single mine, until the tear ~ I boldly sought to do it all, with lessons taught! And then the rope, its' tighter reign as trouble found my strength again, some let down of a promised gain or narrowing of a hope's constrain! No friend about ~ I just remain this aged dormant soul's contain, "if only" meaning not complain, the obvious need not to explain! So then I knew my statehood's bind "we just pay taxes", I'd remind hurt's pool's unending, I'm consigned to brave the road, oft unassigned! The flower in the cactus, tall the leaves so sharp, where end it all ~ to ask ~ your pride seems bent with gall "I'm one of them" ~ not able, small! And then the reason we survive, the nation-state not coincide, but separates power from deride and magnifies the common stride! The little guy ~ I'm one of them my fathers fighting ~ now to then, that conflict not my Mother's pride she offered peace when by her side! The flower in the cactus ~ "hide" our Nation's Mothers are denied and seniors shuffled to one side son's offered "conflict ~ a free ride! Let's put it in its right contend some centering of hope's amend we're born to grow, with strength to fend the flower in the cactus ~ blend! Our Nation-State ~ get straight ~ Amen!