Garden of the Next Generation
Social Commentary on Tolerance and Hate
They're old,
So mind your temper,
Bite your tongue.
It's their generation, just let it go.
I run through the forest
Beating my hands against my chest
Like a drum,
Roaring my outrage
Like a gorilla in the jungle
Ready for war,
To claim and destroy.
I've no patience or tolerance left
For hatred that festers and spews.
They have had time to wake up,
Learn, mature.
Even raised under their care,
I saw the wrong and left their ways.
I cannot be silent or still.
It's time they learn
There is no acceptance
Here in my land, in my home for
The vile things they think and say.
My heart weeps at their words,
Aches for my fellow children of
The earth, the world, of Christ.
I cannot be the next Christian to
Silently allow them to continue to dig
And plunder the land with the plow
Only to plant more seeds of hate.
It is others and me plucking out
Ugly weeds from ugly words,
So why should I let the seeds fall at all?
They have awoken the righteous temper
That slept in my heart like a lion
Resting in the warm sun.
And, I will bellow and snarl
Despite my appearance of weak.
I may rest with sheep, but I am not
Part of the flock.
And oh my heart, it bleeds and pours
To hear their words and see their actions.
And my soul burns with the ache
My mouth parts to speak
Because I have no tolerance for
Hateful things in the garden I planted.
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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