By Their Fruits Poem by dave lessard

What pleasant fruits are these now sown
by loud and wild and angry voices?
what is now, in this garden grown
by evil, untrue, unwise choices?
What we have now sown, we reap
let no one tell you different
such bad decisions make one weep
such people are but diffident.
Good fruit cannot from bad fruit come
that's the truth, from heaven's word
without truth,we all stay dumb
unsure of what we've often heard.
We need good soil for things to grow
enriched, so that, it will take root
it takes firm hold when truth you know
otherwise,the gardening's moot.
By their fruits, you'll be aware
who is welcome and who is not
who with your friendship you can share
and who to avoid, as you've been taught.