BIGOTRY

In rigid halls of dogma's might, Begotry's dark shadow takes its right, A fortress built on fear and scorn, Where differences are met with disdain born. The zealot's voice, a strident cry, Echoes through the void, a divisive sigh, Intolerance breeds in every line, A world of others, cast in decline. The narrow path, a rigid creed, Leaves no room for hearts that freely proceed, The gaze of judgment, cold and grey, Falls on the different, day by day. Yet, in the silence, whispers unfold, Of empathy and understanding's gentle hold, A call to break the chains of fear, To see the world through others' tears. But begotry's grip is hard to shake, As conviction turns to anger, hearts at stake, The world divides, a fractured whole, Where love and kindness lose their role.