/soy/ - Soyjaks

They build up walls of spite and stone,
And leave the weary out alone,
They speak in whispers sharp and mean,
To poison all that lies between.

Yet through the cracks, a green shoot springs,
And in the quiet, hope still sings,
No wall can keep the sunlight out,
No malice conquer faith with doubt.

For love is not a fragile thing,
It is the strength the mornings bring,
The quiet force that will endure,
Remaining constant, fierce, and pure.

When all the rage has turned to dust,
And iron gates have gone to rust,
The deeds of love will still remain,
The only crown that bears no stain.