Hatred

A goofy, blank-verse poem about the state of life where I live.

Hatred is all we know, it is all around us.

Love is a byword, lost to the wind.

When snaking tongues love their art too much,

and the cause of reason is lost to opinion.

The simple is ridiculous and the forlorn are damned.

For hatred is all we know and all we care about.

Every face a stone effigy, every smile a hidden barb.