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….