Hate
It festers in our history,
in the vaults of creation.
The seeds of humanity,
are ruin and devastation.
It smolders,
like the cycle of insanity.
Endlessly repeating,
with no sense of humanity.
People, just pieces,
in a ruthless game.
Discarded, like forests,
in place of idolized fame.
Hate breeds more hate.
Finger pointed at the target of late.
Feigning recognition,
a war of attrition,
on the species, the Uprights,
those meant to be leaders.
Succumb to the darkness,
evilness heeders.
It's easy to lose faith,
to have no hope at all.
To think that we're done for,
successes are small.
Unless we believe that
our honest reflection,
comes back from our neighbours,
in every direction.
Until we know this,
in fact to be true,
we'll go on serving
all that is you.
It festers in our history,
in the vaults of creation.
The seeds of humanity,
are ruin and devastation.
Sally
No comments:
Post a Comment