Poem

I Wonder When The Seed Is Planted

I look upon the child’s face and see

Innocence - unblemished purity

Translated in looks virtuous

How sweet how incorruptible

Then it happens with measured subtly

The distortion of youthful thought

Insinuated into free

And immature minds

I wonder when the seed is planted

When evil first takes hold

And intolerance evolves

To become scum on the pond of life

Who grants permission to damage the child?

Of youthful purity

The wonderment of adventure

Unfiltered creativity

Is it the sin of the father?

That makes a child loathe

That makes them xenophobic

Racist just like him

When does it take root this hatred?

That enters the child’s mind

To be carried with them always

Fermenting as they grow

Are parents so imbued?

With experiences of the past

That forgiveness is impossible

Bad memories seem to last

So they pass it onto their children

And intolerance lingers on

Licking at the finger of hate

It seems to have no end

I can only pray to you Lord

In the hope that you will hear

The cry that is inside my heart

Please - let understanding in

Feb 08