Garden of Hope

Renay Intisar Jihad

City grounds around dusk Freshly grown protests to toil Blades of people, faces green, yellow, red, white, black, brown, and blue Emotions run high amongst each one of you

Activists shelter in the garden of promise and faith to produce a change from the fruit of their labor which is pre-fated to breed

Meanwhile, inorganic pests dump bricks to field death and turmoil But no one can disrupt or destroy this sacred garden crop

Rocky cover aims to smother, or covert baby stems Truth grounds the committed and transplants them under the sun’s rays Destiny lands a win

Bending or withering is a choice the protestors refuse to make No one can mow their garden down They root it within an ancestral ground

No one can poison the earth on which this garden stands Sprouts encrusted by nature’s instinct is intuition born out of the dusty origin of ancient earth and clay

On the Appointed Day Justice will alter what hatred has created and even while winds blow fragile seedlings to the sky, and rain drowns frail roots in this fight, the seeds are potent and will live on, not die

While hailstones may pounce on infant life forms leaving a trail of innocent saplings and withered weeds, these spirited ones know that the earth’s underworld bleeds They answer the call of those in need

The stone-hearted scatter like blowing graveled debris sowing pits of dissension intent to degrade the movement’s increase

Every plan to kill is fertilizer for those who believe that Black Lives Matter and ALL LIVES MATTER — this is the final decree

Even tired wilted stalks refuse to succumb to barren appetites They see that in the unseen is a birthing of pure light

Now is our season Intend! Now is our season Sow! Now is our season Reap! Our harvest is bound to grow.