We’re Growing Crippled

26 May 2010 2 Comments

by Vadim Makoyed in Poetry Tags: crippled, cry, depression, garden, heart, makoyed, tears, trees, vadim, youth

This poem speaks to the religious leaders who lead churches in totalitarianism being afraid of changes and things out of their control. Such leaders make their followers grow crippled spiritually. It is dreadful.

You make my heart cry.
The land is dry and
My tears are not enough
To wet it all.

The trees don’t like their garden.
They’d rather have their roots dug out
And leave.

Somewhere where rain falls down on all in season.
Where they could grow
And jealous ones won’t choke them all for that.

You make my heart cry,
Oh, gardener, I am a tree.
Cut lose our chains
We’re growing crippled.