The flower of hope

The flower of hope
A war was raging,
A hibiscus bloomed
Fierce and bright red
Like the colour of the tear
That fell from his wound.

Streaked with venom,
Shaking with agony
Pangs of pain
Like a repetitive alarm
Killing so many.

All for a country,
A religion, a faith
People dying, killing
Many at home
For their husbands would wait.

But that day never came,
Many moons passed
But her husband lay dead
In a pile of many more
And that hibiscus
Faded at last.