Once glimpsed; hate's guise encircles the soul.
This insidious sentinel strikes its camp
until mercenary thoughts like shadows come.
And what deeds are yet to be done
when man parades understanding
while the leopard senses the antelope?
So I have nothing to say about hatred,
as my words are but a distant murmur -
like a whispered request for more guns.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Once glimpsed; hate's guise encircles the soul.
This insidious sentinel strikes its camp
until mercenary thoughts like shadows come.
And what deeds are yet to be done
when man parades understanding
while the leopard senses the antelope?
So I have nothing to say about hatred,
as my words are but a distant murmur -
like a whispered request for more guns.
