They came not with guns, but with petals and lies In iron-stitched suits and grandmother's ties They whispered of safety, of bloodlines and soil Of ancient illusions repackaged in foil The flower they held was a soft blue deceit But its roots ran back through marching feet Through chants in the fog, through echoes of flame They changed all the faces, but kept the same name They stole the runes from ancient stone And carved them cold in flesh and bone They bled the blue and gold to grey And made the flag a wall, not way Beware the bloom that grows in shame It feeds on fear and speaks your name The past walks on in modern boots And sings beneath the bitter roots A pact was signed behind drawn blinds A silent nod to colder minds They smiled in glass while justice cracked And history turned but never looked back The flag still waves, the anthem plays But something older haunts these days A colder tone in the evening news And silence where dissent once grew Beware the bloom that grows in shame It feeds on fear and speaks your name The past walks on in modern boots And sings beneath the bitter roots It started with a slogan. It ended with a list. And the flower on the lapel Was the prelude to the fist. They count their seats, they frame the law While conscience rots behind façade They say the storm has come and gone— But listen close, it hums along Beware the bloom that grows in shame It feeds on fear and shifts the frame The mask is kind, the voice is smooth But the blade still waits beneath the bloom
