The news reports filled with abuse,
adults condone violent acts,
even esteem those who seem grand.
Violence against the innocent,
the character of those who achieve.
Suffering souls dwell alone,
their words mean nothing,
the grandstand bullies,
with ranking high marks,
the charismatic achievers,
the blustering beauties,
held up high on a pedestal.
Cover and hide, praise and amuse,
lock away the freaks!
Cookie cutter schemes,
and pain goes unnoticed.
We like to have it easy,
cast them out as evil,
but they do feel too.
Cast the innocent as wrong,
they somehow asked for it.
No, no, it is wrong and unjust,
they all agree.
And we hide their voices of pain,
hush them out,
and raise high the achievers,
hope in humanity fails.
The eyes of a child trusting,
and smiling looking out to the field.
Turned back around in the muggy dark cloud,
and softly uttered: “I’m looking for daisies.”
A moment in time washed out fears,
brought some hope in this heart.
Dark floating clouds,
life so unjust and wrong.
But gentleness can live on,
run to sweet swimming petals,
grace us with some joy.
At times it seems too far to reach,
empathy lacking from the appealing,
Still those with the scars,
broken down and bruised,
have strength beyond their words.
Actions destroy, belittle and stab wounds,
but we can still find the daisies.
Look at them swaying, calling and praying,
washing away the wounds.
The wind cast their shadows of gentle.
Someone will understand, someone will take a stand,
look for good in the daisies.
(Because when my heart hurts for unjust things, Ariel says: “Look for daisies, they are good and they are my favorite flower.”)