When the Mind Hates

When the mind's disease is hate it flows through the veins unchecked I'm just a voice of reason in the midst of darkness striking a match a light for minds seeking refuge from a storm and lift a crying child above hate's swollen river that may sweep us away People are angry, their Earth shakes lighting flashes, children cry, crowds move as rivers their mummers becoming louder confusion fills their mind, fear fills their lungs they are tossed between rage and reason Demons rise to shackle their fragile souls to a long history of claiming purity frightened hearts beat louder echoing through the valley of self-righteousness as they march in step with unfurled flags demanding all follow their worn graveled path of self-illusion the scythe they wield sweeps through the marrow of anyone who questions why they confiscate freedom in freedoms name Who dare stands to lift the crying child from the grasp of the angry crowd giving hope, where there is madness as the young stalk of democracy burns brown withering away from a drought of common sense urged on by those seeking power using lies to move the mob, like pawns because they see the world changing around them and wear the heavy coat of brutality from their own history fearful of their own sins of reservations and hangings this is the same demon led crowd that yelled '' Give us Barabbas '' 8/21/21