erica green

The Hate, The Viloence - Poem by erica green

The hate,
The Violence,
always here,
always fear,
the poor inocent,
sufering in darkness,
god has a purpose,
we arent all perfect,

The hate,
The Violence,
tears of silence,
as the hated walk the halls,
with guns in there hands,
seeking the unhated,
as they now say save me,
this is a dream,
as they are now starting to figure,
they are the hunted by the hated,
the one's whos life was ruined,
they remember,
they nights they cry alone,
not sleeping,
waiting for tomarrow to come,
today they were suppose to get jumped.

The hate,
The violence,
it's their fault.

They are ruining this world and great people

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, October 28, 2012

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