Red African Daisies

these red African daisies
that i carry in my hand

remind me of mother
and her anger

for once i was her son
and i uprooted all the African daisies

from her garden
and let them all die under the sun

that was during the middle of Lent
when Christ they say suffered and

finally died. That was the time
when knew for once what rebellion was.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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