The Hate Machine

The Hate Machine The tail of a bird the bone of a man; Warm red Blood upon the sand. A hooded figure, a Nazi Cross. Was there ever a man who could count the cost. Of the Hate Machine. A starving refugee, a child in pain. A soldier dead in the driving rain. Man is a very mischievous elf. He fooled around and built himself. A Hate Machine. Hate for your brother and hate for his creed, Cut him and beat him and make him bleed. Condemn him to Hell for the shade of his skin. Forget about reason be slave to the whim. Of the Hate Machine. Sour old ladies on shiny oak pews. Preachers and deacons withholding the news. Together with children of innocent years. They make up the screws and make up the gears. Of the Hate Machine. Hate the Republican, hate the Jew. Maybe even the Democrat too. Hate the President, the ignorant clod. Hate your Mother and Hate your God. That's our Machine. A Marxist student, a burning flag. A Coptic Christian, beaten and gagged. Quiet citizens caught in the stream. Together make up the Hate Machine. It's Mankind's Child. The tail of a bird, the bone of a man. Warm red blood upon the sand. Fighting and killing where will it end. Why must we fools always depend. On the Hate Machine.