Seeds

 

A seed of hate is planted young,
Its dark refrain bitterly sung.
A tender shoot of pain has sprung,
Its evil fruit pours from black tongue.

 

A tree of loathing grows now strong,
Tormented hate a deadly song.
Its corrupt arms are crooked and long
As they pull the bitter hearts along.

 

The fruits of anger now are grown
From a tiny seed that was sown
In the heart that was turned to stone;
Now grows more trees from seed alone.