Farmer.

Picture from Google images.

Her name in meaning to reap the land,
To seed this earth it understand,
All life to grow and procreate,
Yet cast the rocks her life its fate,

Her mother jealous of all her fame,
A daughter scorned to her mothers shame,
Incarcerate her heart her life,
She placed the table, and raped the knife!

A beauty born as is the rose,
Yet jealousy her life imposed,
So different and it not the same,
And even kin to say insane!

Imprisoned in a world that haunts,
Abused because their selfish want,
A sad embrace in soldiers need,
This world the weak will always feed,

I wish in heart a soul as hers,
Will ever fly on wings of care,
For man to see the beauty there,
Will cast it down his own despair,

But she to rise not in this world,
Her death so sad her heart unfurled,
To question why the cruelty?
Her gift it squashed in infamy!

So all of those who left her dead,
I say your purpose evil treads,
For she in pictures is the rose,
And you!
No man remembers those.