Hatred By And By Poem by Troy Clark And Neal Simons

You may trap me in your history books,
And plot your little schemes,
You can prod and poke and stab at
me but rise I will, rise I shall.

Does my cockiness offend you?
Like that time I betray your trust?
Does my evilness upset you?
Like that time I made that bust?

You know me well,
I watched you plot,
But sad for you,
I made your heart.

Did you want to see my stifle?
Did you want to take my place?
Do you want to see me broken?
Like an empty fire place?

You may look at me with
Those beady eyes,
You may talk to me with
That ugly mouth,
You may sneer at me with
A bleeding heart,
But you well should know
that your facts arent clear.

Does my harshness offend you?
Like that time I walked away?
Does my hatred disturb you?
I hope it does. I pray it does.


Out of dust I come to claim,
Out of life I put to shame,
Out of death I come to play,
Into darkness, out of darkness.

Out of fear I laugh and cheer,
Out of love I cough and sneer,
Out of hatred I cry and tear,
And the point,
My sweet, sweet point,
Isn’t clear.