THORNY ROSES

Beautiful,

They boom and bloom in streets.

Bright,

Petals that grace the midnight skies.

Tempting,

Attractive to the eyes of men.

They halt their jeeps, peep and pick,

Stretch greedy hands to pluck.

Oh! For the blind not seeing thorns,

Pocket cleaned and fingers pricked!

Next moon,

Thorny roses will still shine.

Pleasant Petals,

Waiting for the next mortal.

Charmed,

To bow to their beauty.

                                      By Sammy Nakitare