Fears have given way

When the bloom claims the right
To spread the seeds
In gardens ploughed
But also the untilled roadside
It matters little
If the rains are around the corner
Or not
For the hot sun is vying
To regain
The shadows of all the burned trees
In the fire
Of fury
Of forsaken words
Broken promises
And all the sworn
Curses thrown at the
Altar of the goddess
Of revenge and rancour
The painful reminders
Of threats to declare
Why bruised ego
May spread the molten lawa
Of volcanic eruptions
Far and wide
The fears have given way
The truth doesn’t hold sway