Hate Is Not a Pretty Thing
H ate is not a pretty thing
A ll who hate miss many joys
T hrills with friends, elated songs that ring
E ven their children caring, sharing toys.
I n some places throughout this world
S ad are little boys and girls.
N o one can know how they feel
O nly those who mourn such loss as
T hey, who’s folk passed in killing fields.
A n unnecessary loss has
P ut a signature on every broken heart
R emembering such tragic scenes
E ach child and adult do impart
T he horrors of death they have seen
T hey’ll cry mourning tears; suffer scary dreams
Y ou can’t imagine all the pain.
T hey lose loved ones never seen again
H ope will be lost by generations
I n every heart, such disdain
N ot only in their tragic nation
G od is the only one who can heal their pain.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2019
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