Words are seeds, you know
.
You plant a good word
It will bloom and grow
A fragrant flower
Or majestic tree
.
.
With full intent to harm
Or without even paying attention
Throwing a bad word
Don’t expect but thorns and weed
.
.
Out of your mouth
They scatter like flour,
Sprinkled over thistle, on a stormy day
Can’t be retrieved
.
.
When out and gone
You’ve stamped your deed
.
.
Words are seeds, you know
Toxic they hurt, crush and break hearts
They may even kill
Sweet, they heal, caress and embrace
Parched souls they relinquish and feed
.
.
The saddest most joyous part is
Whatever you’ve planted
You shall reap
.
Filed under: heart songs, soul songs |
Poetry for Palestine 
The Prophet Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon him, must have planted bad words as they finally produce mostly bad fruits – the modern Secular (Atheist!) Muslims and other happy slaves of Satan!
The trees that produced such bad fruits WILL BE DESTROYED!
Basheer
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