Rusting Gates

These hills do not discriminate Don't buckle under unknown weight Or hide their inspiring views From the eyes wandering through These trees do not discriminate Don't decline to shade a face It's fruit won't stick in their throats Whilst leaves mock, branches gloat These flowers do not discriminate Won't wilt in hair and disintegrate In window boxes refuse to bloom withholding their enchanting perfume This water does not discriminate Won't watch as people dehydrate

Or turn to acid on new flesh Whilst familiar skin it will refresh This air does not discriminate Won't suffocate those you hate It doesn't fear a foreign tongue

Only entering the British lung This soil does not discriminate Won't stifle seeds sown for any plate Or cast out brothers laid to rest Because it's offended by their dress We're held for a breath of its life It listens, bemused by our strife Rotting fences, falling walls, rusting gates This land does not discriminate

This land does not hate

"We do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us?" -Sealth