Indifferent

A heaven flourishing with life
Fields of gold multiply
A pungent aroma creeps within the hard-held air
You turn to see dullness
A grave that has awaken from a cold hearted slumber

Overlooking discrimination, hatred
Comes beauty, mere individuality
That lies in us all

Its stubbornness, dainty
Its sharp scent, sweet
Its jaggedness, soft as the way we hit society for their actions
Its dull colour, will shine through the war, the conflict

Blossoms that were misunderstood, ignored
Those who have been despised for the exterior
For what humanity has delineated
Those closed minds, those dimmed lenses

Yet today those lavenders, picked, cared for, loved
Still flourish, still thrive, perpetually…