Yet Flowers Still Blossom

Yet Flowers Still Blossom
© Surazeus
2026 07 20

Men fight each other to control the land, 
forming gangs who design weapons of death 
to battle over valleys of deep lakes 
and kill each other over groves of trees, 
building great empires that collapse from greed, 
and yet flowers still blossom from the Earth. 

Men erect walls of stone carved from hard cliffs 
and stand guard at the gates of paradise 
where tyrants proclaim themselves God of Truth 
to keep people obedient to their will 
whom they exploit as slaves to garnish wealth, 
and yet flowers still blossom from the Earth. 

Men dig minerals from caves deep in hills, 
enslaving men convicted of dire crimes 
to slave as the dead in underworld mines, 
extracting gold and jewels from dark gloom 
so kings in palaces wear crowns of power, 
and yet flowers still blossom from the Earth. 

Men abduct beautiful women from homes, 
so other men gather armies of boys 
who battle many years at walls of power, 
killing heroes who defend their homeland 
for they go mad when their weak pride is bruised, 
and yet flowers still blossom from the Earth. 

Men build armies from young orphaned boys, 
training them in hard camps for many years 
till they become elite warriors of pride 
who follow god on horse of divine right 
to invade and colonize distant lands, 
and yet flowers still blossom from the Earth. 

Men fly airplanes in clouds where old gods hide 
and drop bombs on sprawling cities of homes 
to kill millions of people, young and old, 
who cry out for justice to empty skies 
where God of their Fathers sits on fake throne, 
and yet flowers still blossom from the Earth. 

Men connive and plot to attain state power 
then declare their divine right to rule all, 
proclaiming themselves gods in human form, 
but they all grow old to wither and die, 
so other men fight to grasp fallen crowns, 
and yet flowers still blossom from the Earth. 

Men increase wealth with hard work of their hands 
to build safe home where their children grow strong 
who branch out to exploit treasure-rich lands, 
but Death always destroys body and soul 
so other people take the things we make, 
and yet flowers still blossom from the Earth.