Ever thought that if instead of green stems,
It was a vein flowing with crimson blood?
If instead of white fibrous cellulose roots,
It was thick black keratinous hair?
If instead of waxy-cutaneous foliates,
It was sebum sweating skin,
That hums the pain which resonates
The torture of a lusty rape;
Reincarnated as vandalism, nails and screws?
When xylem is no more than a cry for help,
Evading from between human lips;
The pain is similar.
Where are the aristocrats?
Where is the judiciary?
When will we wake up to these silent cries?
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Wow this is beautiful
Thankyou 😀