A fools tool
Confused on world affairs
Hate flares
The thin line tears
Everyone is so tense
Makes no sense
I hate
Bad fate
But see it more of late
Because of race
Such a disgrace
People fighting on the street
With a gun you greet
Have a seat
Must believe as you
Everyone thinks only their words are true
Why do we fight
If everyone is right
We all should bow in grace
As the human race
Hate fighting hate
Much too late
Such is fate
Fire feeding fire
Grows forever higher
A cancer that is steadily growing
Already it is showing
Hate you brother
Love you start to smother
Believe in no other
What is going on today
With lives you play
Man kind starts to fall
Tear down this wall
Life starts to stall
Hate feeds hate
Much to late
Must stop this fight
It is not right
Humanity must see
The folly this be
No one is free
Everyone will loose
This is what you choose
War
Then some more
Close and lock that door
My heartbreaks
Humanities greatest mistakes
Darkest day
Coming our way
Nowhere to hide
Shifting of the tide
Hate starts to rule
It is a tool
Followed by the fool
Seems the norm on the news
Gives me the blues
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Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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