Where have all the flowers gone,
that rebelliously raised their heads,
beneath the ashen sky.
Albeit the sky held no promises,
of rain besides that of fire
and days save those of murk.
Where have all the flowers gone,
whose only crime, an attempt to breathe
and spread their petals in the free air.
Albeit the air was full of smog,
from the shower of hurtling missiles
and the raining deathly pellets.
Where have all the flowers gone,
whose only wish a chance at life
and a chance to bloom and dance.
Albeit the life cheated them,
of the right to deep sleep of dreams
and days of blissful calm.
Where have all the flowers gone,
who were made to witness the worst of you,
the worst of me and humanity.
We in denial, the cowardly spectators,
lulled by the phoney perception,
that our flowers, our gardens are safe?
©2014. Habiba Danyal
“The darkest places in hell are reserved for those who maintain their neutrality in times of moral crisis.”
― Dan Brown, Inferno
Lovely, powerful, and so poignant!
The rhythm of this poem kinda mimics the complacency of people to change their daily habits in order to save our ecosystems. Well conceived, Habiba.
This is very powerful, especially the last stanza, there. Very sad reality.
I love the rhythm you create with the repetition, “Where have…” “Albeit.”
Nice work! It’s right along my train of thought as well, before I decided to spice mine up flower-eating-aliens.
That was so powerful. Pulled my heart right out and I couldn’t even protest, silent with shame 😦 because silence is the easiest…
Indeed it is, the lowest level of imaan.
So beautiful 😥 and so very sad…
I was thinking it was such a strange question to ask about the flowers, when it was clear the environment was going to kill them. Then I read the last stanza about denial. Wow, lovely work. =)
This is mighty…food for thought!