Burn The Threads Of Hate

Envy expose the brutal taste of sin and detest the bright and cherry life of those you choose to offend. The wrath of fear rises high behind old tongues of leisure. Without true armour, a bloodstained war begins. Priviledge stood beyond the door of no return while hopelessness burned within souls of those who cringe in pain. A judgemental society holds still with solemn faces. At the helm no compassion ever seems to reign. Bloodstained streets, death takes its toll. White horses stood lined up like a structured wall with pride, decency and swords so very tall. Hope seeps through where tears for vengeance boldly rise, while the light of blue replace the grayest sky. But the struggle never ceased as religion holds tight the whip. The old, the new, some things never truly change, a backlash bites down hard with no restrain. Virtuous deeds of nightingales soon seem forgotten while black youth walk in deadly fear, bullets pierce the air. Division of uncertainty plants hate through and through. When will justice point its royal finger King of kings, Prince of Princes rule victoriously. No colour barriers, no status quo, no wall of segregation as we know. When will these barriers open wide and true equality come forth from where it hides. One day perhaps a reconing will come to be, a masters deploma served as the highest degree, given to you, given to me. Peace may soar among the land from the blackest black to the whitest man, and all the beauties in between, no colour ever more shall be seen. The aged often loses their will to hate pondering more on what's beyond God's gate. With questions lingering, why O why, reaching breathlessly beyond the unknown sky. No prejudice, no bigotry, and racism died in disease. As film covered eyes look on and can no longer see. A racist may wonder, where did life carry me. After living in the darkest hole of hate, Black care-givers may stand in wait. Will compassion come along in peace or will the pain of long ago soon release. Who knows what the future will truly bring. May the blanket of peace erase the horror and let love win. O let tranquil words and loving arms embrace the new and and forgive the old that once blurred the deepest blue. Is there to be an end lost by the lack of what man has yet to befriend. Money can not fight true power never seen. This vast and enormous universe may swallow earths insignificant beings. No worry, no worry left for wanton souls. The universe holds true all power and strategy. Much hope for peace could lay deep within the infinite sea. Hurricanes, Tornados, floods of a great Sunami wash clean our tainted earth where evil cast its spell. Good spirits, worry not you'll surely rise from hell. Written by: Melvina Germain Date: Sept.12/2015 Time: 1: 45am