Hate Is Born of Fear
Hate is born of fear
From the bowels of the barrel of the beast
of a closed person
Closed heart
closed fist
closed mind
Hate poisons the environment
Worse, hate finds hate
The perpetrators look carefully
For those like-minded
Others who carry rage and sorrow and anger
and want to kill someone,
thinking it will make them feel better
Let’s get that one.
He looks different than us.
He is kind of effeminate. Not a fighter.
No camo, no guns, no anger, no rage.
Let’s go as a pack, like a slashing crashing murdering
insane, crazy, fanatical out-of-our-mind mob
That should make us feel better
Picking on beauty, slashing it and annihilating it.
We congratulate ourselves with buckets of beer
Because we are the chosen
Maybe and
The trickster devil may have a special room for you
Tread softly you homophobic haters,
You may not yet know what real fear is….
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