Nothing New
When hate rules
Compassion is one of the tools
Mankind could have a dark fate
When ruled by hate
Make you think their doing good things
But disaster it brings
Words spoken in love
Held in an iron glove
A curtain so to speak
Hiding truth from the weak
The meek
Words meant to to deceive
To weave
A sense of security to the eye
A lie
Hiding the truths in plain sight
So you don't fight
Not so sure what is right
Hate
Fate
Becomes the same
Who is to blame
Give us something we think we want
Then our decisions come back to haunt
And their smiles flaunt
But you were told
On the ideals you were sold
But you thought...
Hasn't history taught
Nothing is ever as it seems
Taking away our dreams
Give this, but I take that
And grow fat
While yours grows taunt
Their words then do haunt
No word ever true
...Nothing new...
Hate grows
Starts to show
Earth becomes the battle Royale
Who is loyal
Who is not
Hate will rot
To the core
Ask for more
When the truth you finally see
What left will there be
...Hate...
Not to late
To change this fate
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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