Snails

They wander aimlessly through gardens
Nourishing and sustaining themselves
No harm done to the public or any civilian

They carry their homes with them, what fragility
They defend themselves with their sacred carapace
They wait silently till the air is silent
And proceed to make headway and prolong their lives
The tiniest pinch of salt ruins them, the smallest jab breaks them

Yet they are hated by many all because of fear
Masses have been slaughtered, incarcerated and incinerated
Their blood colored the land crimson
The stench of death engulfed the sweet scented daisies of the wilderness
Their homes annihilated, their children lost in time

Behind the pulpit, there stands a man filled with bloodlust and greed
He calls upon a well constructed stampede
Upon establishing his empire, hatred and violence form the creed
“Destroy this breed!” and “End its seed!”, he calls for

The snail, a harmless creature making its way through our paths
Leaving a trail; as a sign of its innocence
All that strife, for perseverance of life