Of Silent Wars

They came creeping 

Night after night 

Sowing mines in the earth

I'd made just so

For my rose garden. 

Nothing I can do. 

I'd rather live in denial.

Now my perfect rose garden

Won't be just so.

But I look everyday,

Watering just a tad gingerly. 

Still strewing the seeds that 

I believe will be roses. 

What if weeds come up,

With monstrous claw-like roots?

Mines do that too, not just kill,

With their radiation. 

Is it then ok if roses grow,

With the deadly mines underneath?

We could never take a walk

But only watch from afar 

Longing for our rose garden. 

If I could tell you, 

What would you do?

Step around them gingerly?

Uproot them at once?

Is either a solution

Or just one more mine

I'm sowing?