Bright purple yellow flowers
plum ripe fuschias
flaunt summer's excess
before the onslaught of autumn.
Slow droop of muted pink
bell shaped flowers chime softly
out of tune with the clangour of
church bells calling the faithful to prayer.
Bleak winds shred rainclouds -
sky rattles with discordant sounds
but I can still hear
the sound of bigotry
as heavy wooden church doors
locking people in
locking people out
And the bitter taste of fanaticism
taints the very air we breathe.