The Cruelest of Hate

It is the cruelest of hate Creeping like an imposturous reptile In the morning light of Eve’s Garden Fangs dripping with malice Searching for tender flesh to taste Cruel hate clandestinely charging Uncharged minds Innocent ones Too young to leave Too old to hold on Hissing rancorous lyrics Like a street pusher pandering opiates To abject addicts Hate creates images of a fresh world Socially acceptable to his guiltless prey It is the cruelest of hate Proffering empty promises of transcendent fame Lying in the wake of the fallen ones Dead on square tiled floors As muted school bells forget to ring From sandy grounds to tangled woods To weeping waterfalls on a westbound highway Counting the dead Nineteen names prancing across digital screens Held in hands too small to tremble Hate authoring hallucinations To guard against truth It is the cruelest of hate Peering through the eye of a grooved cylinder Pushing calloused flesh against curved steel Lead projectiles penetrating Again, and again Unblemished innocence Teddy bears held against beating hearts And the let go dreams of Our children It is the cruelest of hate