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Hate Becomes a Box
When the hate becomes a box
electrified by past comments
there's no escape for the one
now enclosed by lack of love
the feast was fed for a time
riches poured from above
as the base demanded blood
to sate the priest’s unholy lusts
now that trenches have been dug
with the bottoms beyond sight
keeping safe the twisted words
entrenched in need to be right
truth unmade by the mold
of small hatreds spun to large
asking all the vapid fears
to infect beyond their realm
no compromise is possible
once the line has been crossed
even if the soul may ask
for reprieve beyond discord.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190119.
electrified by past comments
there's no escape for the one
now enclosed by lack of love
the feast was fed for a time
riches poured from above
as the base demanded blood
to sate the priest’s unholy lusts
now that trenches have been dug
with the bottoms beyond sight
keeping safe the twisted words
entrenched in need to be right
truth unmade by the mold
of small hatreds spun to large
asking all the vapid fears
to infect beyond their realm
no compromise is possible
once the line has been crossed
even if the soul may ask
for reprieve beyond discord.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190119.
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