The Seeds of Hatred

 

The Seeds of Hatred

Go plant your hatred, where it won’t grow,

Your bombs and terror, and skies Aglow.

Far from playgrounds, where children play,

Far from the apartments, far, faraway.

Not in golden fields, of wheat that grows,

Beside yellow helianthus, in vibrant rows.

Away from cathedrals, and sacred grounds,

Far from crowded streets, ‘n’ city sounds.

Not the wards, where the sick people fight,

Or busy stations, where tired travellers alight.

Nor innocent people, spellbound by dance,

Packed in theatres, in a dreamy trance.

 

Take your hatred, the smoky choking haze,

Your ruthless missiles, and loud bombs ablaze.

The waves of soldiers, floundering in the breech,

War mongering generals, ‘n’ false, false speech.

Take your army, and the misery it’s brought,

The poor young soldiers’ lives, now lost for naught.

One day you will reap, the hatred you’ve bred,

From the people bound, by the lies you’ve spread.

When will you realise, the poison of your seed,

And the dreams you’ve dreamt, can never be.

In eternity you’ll suffer, the seeds you’ve sown,

While your evil legacy, will be, forever known.