Roses are red, violets are blue

He swiveled in his plush black leather chair to come facing his sleek black glass desk. He smiled a tight and coperate smile. The room was immacualte and in the color of black, all black walls and floor with black furniture and black fixtures. He wore a black suit with a black undershirt, and you guessed it, a black tie. The only thing that casted color in this vast wasteland was a red rose. All alone and lonely in a black vase on his desk. The man had sleek black hair, with deep black eyes that melted into his deep black pupils. Tall and neither lanky nor strong he carried himself perfectly and flawless. His pearly whites shined in the white light that came from such a black lamp. He shuffled some papers of a black folder and fingered them with a black glove. His black eyes read the lines quickly and surely. He smiled again his white teeth screaming out against the black. The black ink raised off the paper and blended into the room, it became one with its surroundings and was no longer words. He laughed and neatly closed the folder and looked forwards. The black door slid open and a man in a red suit causually waltzed in.
“Hello Jack,” he said to the man in black.
“Hello Fred,” he said to the man in red.

Without further words the man in red, now Fred, took a chair quietly waited for Jack, the man in black.
“We’ve come to unfortunate realization may it be real or fabrication. That our once great nation is on the verge of terrible humiliation. A land that once stood proud is going to crash hard and loud. We will break all that we vowed and explode like a big nimbus cloud. There isnt anything to do except wait and say Adieu. For we all know who is really untrue. It was someone on the inside that we trusted with pride. But we should have seen Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde, or at least with whom he was allied. Do see that rose? That one there, under your nose. If you didnt notice all it does is oppose, in this room it glows. It is opposition and that my friend only has one mission. It lives for the volition to kill our most scared tradition. It spreads like a deadly virus flying through the air like mighty god osiris. It has the arrogant desirious that one man can make such a virus. That one man can make a change for all those in range. That he can cause derange such as the american stock exchange. But the worst part is this man has the heart. He can make it start and god knows it he has the power to make it depart. But how you say? How can he make such things go his way? He is I not they. The power of one my friend, is more than any gun. What one man has begun others will soon take and run. You can kill a man, you can even stop his plan. But one thing that will always span is the idea he began. You can kill men, you can do it over and over again. Soon Ben turns into Ken and you kill ten. The cycle is neverending and its not with tending. I’m not going to sit here pretending like you werent the one blending. I know it was you who did it, and I admire how you fit. You know you are going to die, there is no use to cry. You know you’ve already won, was it worth all you’ve done? Does life not matter? Do you want your brains to splatter?”
“I guess you really dont understand, how we are all just sand. Each one of us sort of bland, its only the whole of us that makes us grand. Its not about me, its all about we. one must see that living together is the key. No matter how hard that may be. I am just the lonley rose that starts all the woes. But as sure as the wind blows there is more that grows. I’ll see you in hell my friend because for me this is the end. But the idea doesnt descend, oh no you can be there to watch it oh best friend.