A Garden Divided

 

A colorful garden graces the land,

Flowers pink and blue and shades of the rainbow

Roses and tulips, and snow-on-the-mountain,

But all are equally beautiful.

 

A nation as diverse as the field of flowers

Blossomed and flourished as a whole

But now the garden begins to wilt

Lilacs and petunias wither astray

As the geraniums lay in guilt

The flowers are fading away

 

A garden divided cannot flourish

A field of only camellias

Is not nearly as beautiful

As one that blossoms with blooms of every kind

 

If only the flowers could flourish in harmony

“Be he any color of the rainbow”

Because after all,

“There’s just one kind of folks.

 

Folks.”