Fields of Division

Fields of Division

A reporter requests,
Trump supporters, gather ’round,
Watch his words, his anti-immigrant speech,
Let the truth resound.

In eagerness they huddle,
Curiosity etched upon each face,
Absorbing his every word,
Wrapped in a blind embrace.

Eyes glaze over with conviction,
As falsehoods become their creed,
Ignorance blinds their perception,
Only hardened hearts proceed.

The seeds of hate, they sow,
In fertile minds they find a home,
Dividing the people, high and low,
An icy wind, where warmth once roamed.

Yet some souls dare to listen,
To question their own beliefs,
Seeking truth to break the prison,
Yearning for unity’s sweet relief.

Fear, anger, prejudice, divide,
Wrapped in nationalism’s disguise,
But love, compassion, hope reside,
A beacon of light that never dies.