Dave Alan Walker

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Fire Of Hate - Poem by Dave Alan Walker

A raging
fire of hate
descends like
a blanket of smog

Covering people
Sealing their fate
Turning them
into something
to despise

Thus making us
just like them
Hate is hate
no matter how strong

Is this what
the world has become


Comments about Fire Of Hate by Dave Alan Walker

  • May Witwit (4/9/2012 6:34:00 AM)


    Very true Dave. I like it. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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  • Unwritten Soul (4/9/2012 5:50:00 AM)


    The power of hate will increase if we increase the hate with our hate to hate the haters, like fire it vanished by contra opponent, water...and to treat the kill we need love, .. a less water cant make fire gone, a less love cant stop the hate walk, but overwhelm love will water the smaller firing hate...love to amplify! _Unwritten SOul (Report) Reply

  • (4/8/2012 6:50:00 PM)


    hate or love, love creates, hate destroys! (Report) Reply

  • Tim Stensloff (4/8/2012 1:33:00 PM)


    To me, the terrible part of hate is not its existence- for it is a naturally occurring human emotion- but that our culture chooses to propagate it. Great write. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (4/7/2012 4:34:00 PM)


    A sad state of affairs that there is so much hate in the world, Good one. (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2012 3:44:00 PM)


    what the world refuses to see, we put upon them... great job. (Report) Reply

  • Sossi Khachadourian (4/7/2012 12:25:00 PM)


    Unfortunately that your poem is so true the world are covered with haters, i like it so well written! (Report) Reply

  • Christal Blue (4/7/2012 9:47:00 AM)


    This poem is very well written and there is depth to it, I like it! (Report) Reply

  • (4/6/2012 5:10:00 PM)


    i like this poem (Report) Reply

  • Miroslava Odalovic (4/6/2012 2:40:00 PM)


    Thus making us
    just like them

    I believe 'us' and 'them' is the epitome of hate, you made an important point with this poem.
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  • Martin O'Neill (4/6/2012 4:23:00 AM)


    I fear at times the same thing.
    Then I recall seeing a soldier cradling a dying enemy soldier's head in war and say the last rites for him.
    I watched medics working under fire during the London riots.
    I've watched a child offer her last sweet to an upset friend. And I hope.
    It's a funny old world.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, April 6, 2012


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