Tree Of Deception Poem by Donnie Ryles

The people are the dirt
In which they plant the tree
With hopes one day it grows
So high they cannot see
The branches spread out quickly
When feed on peoples fears
Fertilized with frightening words
Then watered with our tears
One day it blocks the sunlight
Then past it we can't see
We all stand content beneath it
Feeling protected by the tree
Do not let the roots be planted
Question all that's misundertood
Fear, ignorance, and blind trust
Form the fibers of its wood