Can’t deal with the problem,
Kicking and screaming,
Fingers clutched tightly,
I am pacing the floor.
Hating is bad,
And bad is what’s killing,
Draining the good
And painting in gore.
Dishonest, skilled cheaters,
They sprint the distance
From one hearth to hostel
And back for some more.
Anger is bad,
And bad is what’s willing
To turn dark the blameless
And start futile wars.
Part of their nature
Is playing the victim,
Pretending to grieve
While hiding a gun.
Rancour is bad,
And bad is what’s drilling
Through light-hearted laughter,
Destroying its core.
