Hatred...
The power of the word
is so often under estimated...
The act of being said
is done swiftly
Without cause or care
to the weight it carries
The power and emotion
contained within it
Words become the
easiest weapons used...
The fire is built...
All meant to carve,
slice, and dissect the soul
Fuel actions that
cannot be undone
Resentment takes full
control
Twisting the cold
Common sense is abandon
Scorn, cruelty, spite
and prejudice seep in
Removing the warmth and
kind...
Bitterness fails to
recognize the difference
As it burns through the
tenderness
Scaring memories and
the heart
Pure childhoods are now
left with marks that cannot be erased
Permanent stained
hearts are branded with words and actions
Turning peoples light
into darkness by blocking out their sun
Clouds of outrage form
The tide rise
A fierce wind blows
in...
Storm clouds burst
Raining tears over the
land
All the while the ones
who once proclaimed their righteousness
Now beg, plead, and
bargain for peace
And for the raging
storm to cease...
We are the makers of
the bad weather over our heads
And now they stand deep
within the mud and heavy current of water flowing through
Screaming...
“Its raining!”
©
2017
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