Plant a Tree In The Name Of Love

Poets, songwriters, and composters
Were absolutely correct when they say
Love is blind and justice is impaired
are the dead better off than the living?
I opened the door to room nineteen
Somehow, the door made a shrieking sound
They turned and looked at me in slow motion
I saw the hatred in their eyes:
it felt like being bitten by poisonous flies
Clones and comics together in one room:
On the hottest day of June
You Aint Seen Nothing Yet
in comparisons to an Amarillo
Or daffodils desperately trying to emerge

on coldest day of March
So, I said hello my fellow poets,
When are we going to stop laying wreaths?
at the tomb of the unknown?
When are mothers and fathers going to say?
“No to their sons and daughters behaviors

There is a war going on right here amongst us
Stop the hate, stop the bigotry
Plant a tree in the name of love.


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askformore lm 2 years ago

Great writing, and a great image!

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Frank Atanacio 17 months ago from Shelton

I love the poem.. and the images great share :)

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Perspycacious 12 months ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

Almost "inactive" the HP Team says. Has poetry no demanding impulse any more? I enjoy reading your thoughts. Let me do it again sometime soon.

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Darknlovely3436 4 weeks ago from NewYork Author

Thank you Perspicacious it 11 months late but thank you very much..

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