Hate At It’s Best

Hear the fear in a shallow tear never shy, let them cry
concealed racial beliefs in hate’s ills, pending bitter pills.
A chill in the cold water’s sting upon overprotective flesh
when denied weary pride hope collides, will they confess.

The gathering storms darker days are now the new norms
oh expectant sense of this pending harm, cussing the dawn.
Fools believe lost in the weeds, the damning deeds conceived
fail your test distress! by express until it cress! never to rest.


Published by Sandymancan

I'm a father, friend, and a family man, I believe in right and wrong, I understand the value of standing on your own. I have an iron will with a poet's heart, a belief in God is where it starts.

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