Foxglove Daisy Tulip

You can plow the earth, leave lifeless hills,

fill dumpsters painted army green.

You can don your masks and silly guns,

head out to parks, and make a scene.

You can twist the prophets’ holy words,

say your prayers like show and tell.

You can disparage dissent, lie, cheat, steal;

you can curse and arrest and yell.

There’s so many things that little men will do,

to prove that they are big and strong.

You can ban books, replace fact with fiction,

and manipulate others to come along.

You can defile the people who chose you,

and tell them to look the other way.

But there isn’t a power in heaven or earth

that can take your greatest threat away.

No matter what you do or say,

no matter how big your machine can grow,

It will never be quite strong enough,

it’s inherently flawed – just so you know.

You can topple a forest and pave it over,

but they’ll always be a seed.

You can drown the world in propaganda,

but storm waters always recede.

You can replace flags and statues,

burn and bury and outlaw the past,

You can mandate the classroom,

but there will always be a question asked.

You can move on to cages and chains,

but there’s always someone who finds a key.

There’s so many things you think you can do,

but in the end you’ll never control the free.

©️2025 Cristen Writes