Headlong
The world waited for a savior
whilst it raced headlong to its fate.
They did not know that he had been there
but was overcome by hate.
"Love thy neighbor," he said simply,
"All commandments hang on this"
But such joy they found in killing,
so each neighbor murdered his.
Copyright © Glenda Smith | Year Posted 2019
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