Single hot pink tulip

I am a single hot pink tulip. Period!
I am an old flower, yet I smell brand new. A new shade of pink; not that ole’ familiar hue.
And yet you will take my life before it’s time. Prematurely end my life in its prime
You will probably most surely murder me right where I stand. Cut me down because you really cover my tan.
Rather than save or help me…
‘Twasn’t that your duty?
I would have come back to life, for I am a perennial you see! I would have risen from the ground, the ashes; a phoenix to be!
But you murdered me, when you could have just let me grow, could have just let me go,
How selfish of you.
(Rest in peace, George Floyd).