Impatient Lilies
Watching lilies, impatient
As they break through new ground
Cementing their roots
To its’ tempestuous sound
Of the workmen,
Now waking
To tie up their boots
Of the sirens,
now screaming
To be on mornings’ news
Whistles will blow
From the trains as they pass
To disturb your soft pedals
As they cling to the grass
Those bustling nights,
Now constant with screams
Guilts the sweet pedals of innocent white
As they slowly dim to a cowering cream
The emphatic greed,
Your stem now reflects
Destroys the sweet silence
You once lived to protect
