Hate

I cannot count the tears Nor can I count the hate Though I can only count The Men, that hate did take. I cannot curse the world Nor can I curse the few Though I wish that I could only curse The Men, that hate did knew. I wish there was no pain I wish there was no grave But I know that will never be As like rain, it comes everyday. As we are given life And we are given death We are then given the choice To make it the worst or the best. I cannot count the bullets Nor can I count the hate Though I can only count The graves, where dreams are laid. Randy L. McClave