Black Sea of Hate

I have no desire to swim in your black sea of hate Nobody is born with a broken soul it happens along the way You push your way into this world free from sin You came with all your innocent traits I have no desire to sit at your table Where the linen is whiter than an untouched Blanket of snow on Monsanto Lake neither will I partake! Your Gleaming Gorham silver wares Clusters Like hanging mountain grapes shapes Yet, I have no desire to swim Or to sit at your table of hate When the children of the Black Sea are taught to hate the priests Kids up north blood stain the streets while The Politicians laughed over $2000 plate’s dinners Who is guarding the gates of hell? The World of Politic sure is wild! http://idyllmusement.freeforums.net/index.cgi?board=poetry&action=display&thread=6