wild fire  bombs and daisies  Man kills the race and women
struggle to keep their men from roaming and letting beer and
football stand between them  Children hear parents screaming and
see teachers get angry while deep inside anger sprouts like
bombs and daisies  She's fifteen and pregnant and people shun
her and her boyfriend has left her and late at night she cries
alone  War rages on inside me and inside my country killing
innocence like stepping on daisies and letting anger destroy
with it's fatal bombs  Fatality grows as daisies decline bombs
explode into the amber night sky and i hang onto my daisy
clinging on with dirty fingers  We all are letting our daisies
die and the children are too because no one shows the love and
produces bombs instead  my daisy is the last to fall and get
stomped on by America herself as she gazes on me with spiteful
eyes  and in her pupils I see the explosions of bombs and the
blood, of thousands innocent daisies.  Submitted: Friday,
November 03, 2006 Edited: Monday, November