February 2008

Rude would be the word for the day

Uncaring tones of cruelty for unseen reasons

Excuses would be another word

What is the excuse to be so mean to Innocents?!

Why not slap them with your hand-NOT

Recovery would be swifter than from

The cutting barbs of a hateful tongue

Love dies under such weights of darkness

That dwells in one’s soul

Seeping out to attack unseen and unexpected

Enemies of these tender ones

But no matter to you!

Your deed has been accomplished

You have reigned above us

Spurned by you to no end

Hovering about in a trance most of the time

Then spearing from the deep recesses

With your hurtful remarks

No wondering about the intent

For love did not speak but hatefullness

Planted it’s seeds

Now you must reap the consequences

Of what you said

Time will take you on and win!