Roses

A poem I found in my poetry portfoilo

as red as blood
the roses are in the mud
the angels are pouring tears of blood
the ground is stained in red
In the class the children didnt make a sound
the teacher was scared
she didnt know why
a child said
miss you are going to die
death's evil blanket filled the room
like a blanket
Death smiles
greed and light in death's eyes
the teacher sees her meaningless life
death takes her
buried in a rose garden
the roses are in the mud
covered in her blood