Undertow

The year passed slow
We watched a flower
Grow then die and wither.
Fence; slowly opens wide but
they walk right past because they know better now.
But that little girl-
she doesn't. And they don't warn her because,
well, nobody warned them.
In another, cleaner, meaner town
Headphones get popped in and
lawns get mowed and
shoes get wiped and
somewhere, a bomb goes off
in someone's mind and they think
Enough.
And that is the beginning of
The End