[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Floral Discrimination

Amongst the fields of love and petals
Live many different varieties of flowers
Some are a light shade of yellow, bringing joy to their beholders
Others are deep, enticing magenta of which intrigue sprouts
Speckled throughout lie little dots of cyan and lime
Surrounded by clusters of bright red
Together, they form a community
A strong one, of united compassion, without hostility said

Without hostility said, but it still lives on
Deeply ingrained in each of the flowers roots
Live a primal hate for the other types of flowers
Some take out their hate openly
By stealing, growing over, and exercising their numbers
But most reside in their roots
Unwilling to see the simplest reason
To accept their multi-coloured comrades

But there are a few who are white
Not white in colour; that would be ironic
White as in pure, and understanding
These few flowers have severed their roots and seen the sun
The true sun, as they understand the power
The power of being united
Along with all types of flowers, so I ask:
In this vast field of flowers, which are you?