LET US HATE

Like an elephant weighs thousands of pounds
Falling on the straw goes without sound.
Personal interest amidst selfish desires
Some suffers while attempt to quench fires
Ravaging life's sweet vine becomes darkness
Do you see we get hurt?
And you soul hidden from mess
Promises moves back and forth
As though they are all we'd got
Yet as dungs and dusts it's worth
Far less than the beggar's cooking pot
Words of wisdom streams from you
They all fetch while they are hot
Standing by, i gaze in awe
Dooms from wisdom, speech of war

He stays calm and hear you rain
Complaint on the ones disdain
Lot of whom thou dost not love
Yet such signs are of a dove
Stoic i had turn to be
While it stings hard as a bee
Already grown in hate
Of that tender loving bait.



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Sweetsemen