The Flowers Were Plucked Poem by Rose Kanana

At the age of 30 his dreams were falling in place
A daddy's title he was enthroned
He lived not to be called uncle in life
that fateful night
He faced the wrath of thugs
The flower was plucked

She had just turned 40
A beautiful mother of 3 she was
Ten years of guaranteed bliss she shared with him
Life had just began
Oh! cruel cancer you strike at the peak
The flower was plucked

His calmness was haunting
His smile brightened the world
He lived his life he loved music and art
The best marks man He was
He was destined to protect his country boarders
The flower was plucked

Her Smile was bewitching
A warm heart she had
She loved fine things and changed the worst to fine
A great educator she was
They spoke about her even in death as a model
The flower was plucked

Why do you take the best?
She warned us not to interrogate God
Why at their peak?
She warned us not to interrogate God
For heaven she was sure about
The flower was plucked

Death plucks the best
Strikes at the peak
Cares less about emotions-it is ordered that way
Fare thee well brother
Fare the well sister
The flowers were plucked