"A rose by any other name

Would smell as sweet"

But what if that rose

Was under your feet

Would you notice

The scent or smell

If it was gone

Would you be able to tell

People, like flowers

Can grow and thrive

If given the chance

They can surely survive

But the more they are crushed

And beaten and torn

The more we are likely

To cry and to mourn

Cause people, like flowers

Need love and good care

If not then your garden

Will surely be bare.