Kent State Graduation

We put flowers in your National Guard rifle barrels
 
Carefully, the stems were slid in
The Peace Daisy Petals, white flags of truce and surrender, blossoming at the muzzle openings
 
You, Guardians of the Nation, you put four of us to Rest In Peace that day
 
And now, all these years later, are we about to go at it again?
How is it we never find a way to live with each other?
 
A Drone of New World Order hunts from the American sky
Personalized V2 rockets of National Safety
 
We lay down amongst the flowers
 
And we wait