the inexcusable snip

a metaphorical poem

when perfection be expected

for she be called

Woman.

...

"a rose be a rose by its name

the qualities associated with it, a right to claim

when cut off at the stem to pleasure give in a vase

be the scent and the appearance, the attraction its base?

what then when a wandering finger, a clasp wrong

a grip around the stem where it does not belong

and a thorn knows to prick sore

to draw some blood for sure

does its beauty diminish

the attraction to admire it vanish

when full well one knows

those thorns the rose proudly shows

and thus with its beauty associated be

a painful barb of a thorn, a controversy?

for how can something so delicate and beautiful

deliver such pain inexcusable...

should it not accept its fate to be cut off at its stem

the crowning jewel of all flowers a diadem?

but man has chosen that jewel to covet and deflower

with a snip!....in the hope to impose his power.

wait... does the rose not have a right to its thorns?

that fine sharp tip of the thorn warns

a poisonous jab delivered precise

a warning a defence against the unfairness of the snip!...concise.

how unfair

in the share

a rose does give

so much, in a vase to live

perfection sort in its name...the rose

the hypocrisy of mans behaviour in the snip!...shows."

　

RB.