Hate, A Fellow Traveller

Seeker

 

Love holds its rightful place, as winsome queen,

of the emotions eager to renew

our spirit and our best traits she does preen

Is hate not our vile fellow traveller too?

 

I know of the insane, blind surgeon Hate

and its cold practiced carnage in the heart

with malice while it hums the song of fate

But yet a human trait in no small part

 

Hate brooks no love, and must e’er be restrained

In the mad sophist part of the naif mind

with tricks the demon lurks, and caring feigned

Our consort without love of any kind

 

We must shun mankind’s bastard like a scourge

Else there’ll be no life music but a dirge

 

  • Author: George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 25th, 2017 11:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: Let them rail.
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • WriteBeLight

    Bravo Seeker!

    • Seeker

      Thank you very much.

    • Alex Arnot

      Great use of language! Well done!

      • Seeker

        Thank you Alex, for your kind words.



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