Petals

Sitting in the garden,
Sitting in the sun,
Plucking out the petals,
One by one.

He loves me,
He loves me not…

Their face is covered with dirt,
Their hands are dusty and weak,
Their fingers reaching out shakily,
They just want something to eat.

He hates me,
He hates me not…

Sitting in the sunshine,
Making a daisy chain,
One petal, two petal,
Its all just a lovely game

He loves me,
He loves me not…

They sit on their knees in the dirt,
They stand on their feet in the sun,
Watching the people in front of them,
Watching them have lots of fun.

He hates me,
He hates me not…

Dainty little cupcakes,
Scones and jam for tea,
Three petal, four petal,
I hope he loves me.

He loves me,
He loves me not…

No food on their wooden plates,
No food in their hands,
Starving and just hoping,
Someone will understand.

He hates me,
He hates me not…

Sipping from the tea cup,
Pouring from the pot,

He loves me…

Five petal, six petal,
It’s going to land on not…

He loves me not…

He walks past them slowly,
He hesitates and stops,

He hates me…

He drops a coin in a dirty hand,
And they all smile: he hates them not.

He hates me not…

While we’re sitting in our backyard,
plucking out petals and wondering
if the rich boy next door loves us,
People across the world are sitting on the streets,
rubbing their hands together and hoping,
that the rich man who walks past them
likes them enough to give them money to buy a loaf of bread.

he loves me (he hates me)
he loves me not (he hates me not)…

are some things really as important as we think they are?