Our society's like a rose, don't you think?
The crimson's the cream of the crop, hallmark. Outstanding, aim, epic.
Supporting is the stem, straight despite gravity. Lush green, healthy.
But don't forget the thorns. The normality, protector of the rose.
Despised but crucial. Vital in fact.
And then the roots, platform, the history, core.


Then can we be like society?
Oh no, we'll have no roots, akin to those on sale.