From Fear To Faith Poem by Thea Pound

They sharpen up the blades,
And scheme their bitter schemes,
They spread malice and lies,
For those with different dreams.
They make their enemies,
From those who sought to aid,
They spit on innovation,
Because they are afraid.

They cling to old ideas,
Outmoded and broken,
And stand beside their errors,
As though destiny has spoken;
They uphold traditions,
Over sensible progression,
And treat each new discovery,
As unholy transgression.

They nearly breathe convention,
And they flinch back from unique;
No longer can man appreciate,
That a static world is bleak.
Let us praise an improvement,
Acknowledge needed change,
And embrace with open arms,
The different and the strange.

What a world we could live in,
If we just cast off our fears,
If we expressed our feelings,
If we would turn the gears;
Imagine all our futures,
If we welcomed with arms wide;
Just what we could accomplish,
If we threw our doubts aside.