Violence

Violets would arrive on Mondays Roses handpicked on weekends Solitude could bring no wonders No wonder it would start again Hemlock was brought home on Tuesday Wisteria had withered away Partners joined arms in the kitchen Wisteria was welcomed that way Now there's no form of protection There's no escape from today Outside the norm of acceptance Inside the world's turned away Violence would go on on Tuesday Anger its only friend Silence would soon come after The noise had died down again