I wrote this poem as an assignment my freshman year of high school, but I find it applicable today as it is based off the feud between the Montagues and Capulets in Romeo and Juliet. Today we still pass down our biases and prejudices to our children and keep these wars and acts of terror going. I don’t have children, but I hope when I do that I am not the one responsible for teaching them hate.
The roots of this feud
Seep to the floor,
Soaking into shoes of bitter hate.
Loathing grown stale
To a crisp ferment of hidden love
For our children that grow amidst this fiery passion.
This war is seizing our minds
In a lock of ignorance,
And weary am I of this tired battle
Stretching on to oblivion,
Securely held by youth of mine.
Should they not release heated emotion,
This searing hate will burn their souls
And blind their hearts,
Leading only to foolish mistakes.
Cold, hardened, steely faces,
With lips pursed and pinched
To others “less” in mind.
Let this anger escape my decrepit bones
And deform another in twisted agony.
For a fight torments your mind
Till it sinks into dreams of light,
Haunted by the fading sun.
Darkness stains your hands
With a crimson from deep within.
We know no other way
Than iron clashing with iron,
So we seal scars for future fates.
Let these prisoners be released,
And not cringe from a name.