Too cowardly to accept reality.
Except, reality’s truth stays real
even when it’s forced into hiding
by men, boys, bragging bullies.
Acceptance is born into babies.
All children must be taught hate.
Terrified thugs snarl, jack-booted,
burdened with the weapons of war,
have crawled from beneath rocks,
in bedrooms, kitchens and cellars
full of symbols of oppression and
devotion to despots, dictators who
transform their terror into murder,
the destruction of truth and beauty,
and all they refuse to understand.
They swallow a narrow mirror that
reflects only what they already see
around them, as if all life might be
locked in shackles of their choice;
limiting and limited fever dreams
of homogeneity denying creation.
The roots of life, of love, of change
are planted deeper and will always
grow beyond all fools unless they
scorch our Earth to ashes, sorrow.
We must never let them conquer us.