UNLEASHED HATREDS

Though the sun had shown bright and clear today

And now the moon is softly shimmering

Its cloak of silver on all that is below,

Something seems to be somewhat askew.

Is the grass no longer bright green?

Or the trees, though now silvered,

Have they all died?

But I can still see flowers growing tall

Across all the nearest meadows,

The wind still smells sweet and pure.

What is it that makes me feel so disturbed?

Perhaps it was the constant drumming cries

Across the land of harsh words, angry smacks

And a sound of evil unleashed and freed

That boils as if blown out from within

And what invisible angry power erupts

In bitter and cindered homes?

Is there no way to chain within the meanness

So we no longer will be assailed?

Please, someone, somewhere answer me.

#Hatred #Prejudice