This Poem was Submitted By: Chris a Craft On Date: 2001-06-01 23:11:52 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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HATE

I realize the oppression sold in backyard variety. I’m a hostile witness to the crimes of society. Look at the sun bleached bones of the playground kids. They once danced with youthful innocence. I pulled their carcasses up from the dirt and placed them in the order of kings.  How much gold to the greatest king?  And who would give gold to such a king if he ever did such a thing? No kings they are not but devils surely they are. Look at the evil down in their souls  and the blackness of their hearts. Watch how they dance on the graves of the children with long bony legs. Watch how they rape the young  mothers and plant their demon-hate eggs. Look how the young boy dies and  cares not for his horrible sinful deeds. Look how the young girl lies and cares not for the heart she bleeds.  Look at the hate within you and me,  tell me child can you see?  Look how we kill by the color of skin,  tell me child when does it end?  Look at the difference between you and me,  tell me child is it not great?  That people in the world could love  one another while each having his or her face.  Bring your dreams, your hopes and share them with all. We must put aside our selfish hate or surely we will fall.

Copyright © June 2001 Chris a Craft


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