Flowers, oh how pretty they are, oh how nice they smell, the colours so bright, the smells so pungent, but from the death we have given the flowers, the colour is dull, the smell is dull, no more bright colours, no more pungent smells, if anything it smells like death, ugly and smelly, I can’t remember the last time I smelt a fresh flower, or saw a bright flower, we’re killing them, giving them death