Tell me how

How do you hate,
what does not thrive on love
It’s simple when hearts are not reborn from spiritual alliance given from above
False faces, pity
and words of comfort?
In this world you must know your sum and worth to not become systematically murked

How do you gift,
That which has no interest in material things?
By the intellect, by emotions, the elements needed by human beings
Dangling carrots and gems of the world
We talk of peace, yet, weapons on standby ready to annihilate once unfurled
All that has monetary value
To eyes who seek to kill for the thrill, there is always a mass destruction stockpiled

How do you kill
That which does not fear death
Give him false hope, an empty plate to eat off it, and coldness his mind and heart has never felt
That which perceives death as a release
Death as freedom...
Until his Kingdom has come and on earth, has been won

It thrives in solitude
Man against machinery concepts, only God pities babies and fools
Lives in silence
We join hands to reap the sows of peace, once hearts has the time to commence
And longs for an end
To suffering which was started why back when, the originality of sin

It's empty
To the meek the half glass is full as can be
It's cold
Ashes to ashes dust to dust it is already Biblical foretold
It's hollow
Yet at times inner suffrage and mental turmoil is a bitter and hard pill to swallow
Can not be reached
Once the concept to love thy neighbor, self has been teached each mind may it always be reached
And does not require saving
Not to forget self-love, it keeps idle hands and thoughts falling to misbehaving

Tell me how do you hate,
My King, if I only know that, this poem will never have been written to question that fate
How do you save
Speak the truth and your words will always mandate as they beautifully pave
How do you gift
Keep your spirit and mind pure, therefore, it will never drift or dwell in hellish conflicts
Such a being?
The doctrine to understand self, and honor self, its a true belief of ancient melanin Kings and Queens

I love this poem my King and this Queen has softy blended with you.. I will add this intellectual musing to my Blendology Forum much later.. you know my emails are always open for you and to you, enjoy this Spring Earth Day in South Africa

You have these interesting spin and twist to this, with all the answers...

And it's beautiful....
You can add it to your blend.

Thank you my Queen

While I don't suffer depression, I do know plenty who do, and it is indeed a monster to combat. You have penned it perfectly here.

You are very fortunate to have been spared from this monster....

Thank you...