A thousand red roses drizzling from the skies
Thornless, velvety as snow albeit not cold nor white
Blanket the land with a subtle veil of sudden joy.
Inexplicable euphoria pervading a populace
In dire straits and little hope, Pandora’s box looted
Long before, now all indulge, in bathing in petals
As scents invade beings meld with their lymph
Resuscitating vital energies sparking new-found drives,
As tablets and phones and cars and traffic lights
Prescription drugs and clocks are deeply buried
Under the shame of what they brought we let
Them bring, while we exalted them to gods.
Raising eyes people marvel at the sight
Of countless faces noticing traces, of adventures
Misfortunes, grand oeuvres and failures they recognise
Themselves in others and begin, to speak with each
Other exchange, not a tweet nor a selfie but a story
a joke a smile, a gleam of compassion, a genuine
conversation, between humans instantly feeling better
about themselves, their peers, their brothers, their world,
Re-acknowledging their humanity for an infinite moment,
until days go by and petals dry, slowly fade then disappear
and we exhume the brilliant genius of those inventions
that turned us all into lobotomised undaring mute slaves.
[Featured artwork: Dreamy Rose Field by Dark Hat Design]