Hiding
Confronted by images of hate and desire
Of burning Hells and swirling pits of fire.
I stare in disbelief at the carnage before me
And am torn apart by the horrors of what I see.
What has the world come to when we cringe
At viewing the souls of those on the fringe
Where we force them to dwell in their own hate
Until the day we realize it's too late?
Products of our own quest for fulfillment,
They brew in their pain, their hearts ferment,
Until their anger comes alive for us to view
And everything is again desolated anew.
And now I hide from those rejected
In fear of their wrath to be erected
To take form in violence against me
Though I have done nothing to ignite thee.
So we cower at our own creation
Like Frankenstein in his desolation.
I was inspired on Tuesday, November 05, 2002
