Elders have planted the seed of disgust.
Embedded this object deep down in young heads, their thirsty soil they sow.
They’ve poisoned growth- soured the lands of tomorrow.
Gifts of old handed down desires, shoes the young are pressured to fill.
Then pushing them ahead….shining their artificial light to stimulate growth.
They must walk in the footprints of their fathers….follow the elder’s life paths.
Concerns of yours echo in their ear and are placed in sandy fields by parental hands.
They want stability for their roots to burrow in the ground.
Loud are their instructions, they cannot possibly hear, “NOO, your instructions are wrongs” Wrongs against our people, the gay, the happy, the joyful.
Bloodying eardrums. With wooden spikes they control the direction of your vine’s growth, with gates and poisonous words they control your surroundings. Controlling mother nature’s intentions. Manmade irrigation…manmade deathly pruning….elements removed….your separation from the real world is their goal. Creating their own version of natural selection.
Young actions respond to the orders and stand in rows waiting to be reaped. Unaware of their fellow species- numbers, in droves we are not responsive to the idea of otherhood. Blinded, noses turned up, fists fly, mingling with other life forms “beneath them”- a no; unaware they share the same sun.
When the time comes their ignorance will become hate; leaving the synthetic world beyond childhood’s memories and parent’s “protections” of their white gates they built.
Sons and daughters suppressing their own feelings….never asking why? Accepting things as unchangeable, unaware that their thoughts and questions may uncover real life’s truths.
Destiny’s world unrecognized inexperience and they stay in the fields they know or mimic the one they knew back home where ever they are, not farm from their parent‘s suffocating garden.
She calls them by name ….but they don’t recognize her face, they ignore her and wisdom’s gift…their own possibilities have stunted growth… their true path has been created for them and they will not follow it.
Each of them has thoughts of what life could be like beyond the “safety” of their fields. Few will rise to the challenge to discover a delightful mouthful of taste filled bliss as they put into their mouth the different things the world has to offer. Angry word, hate.
And the others (the timid and afraid) won’t ever mention aloud the thoughts that repeat in their minds and how it longs for something different for fear that their caregivers will then choose to neglect to water them, and this fear keeps them fed, but stagnate and manageable.
They are scared to speak out for what is truly right, to right the wrong of inequalities.
Are you truly free to grow?
Where grows your garden?
