Harvest Of HateA Poem by Bill MacEachernHate, bigotry, lies
Once said
A wee whisper A mere seedling Broadcast into A harvest of hate A bullhorn of bull Once weeded out But not eradicate Muffled But not silenced The harvest is back Verdant fields of lie’s Grow wild among us Words of hate printed out Pressing on the impressionable Tearing down tolerance Breaking down brotherhood Building up walls of isolation Closing doors to sanctuary We MUST head off hate Tear down those walls of ignorance Blow open the doors to wisdom Smear the words of war And SCREAM... NEVER EVER AGAIN!!! © 2019 Bill MacEachern |
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Added on March 9, 2019 Last Updated on March 9, 2019 Author
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