#irational
Gods will rise and fall
And many suns may set,
but man will never get
loose from hatred's thrall.
so even if he shouts
his love and inner peace,
man will never cease
to have his hateful doubts...
arguments not needed
for this statement poem,
as hatred is yet flowing
so rhymes can be conceited.
Because man should hate,
as he has always done,
When fear and pride have won
this poetic prate.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC