Like A Plague Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

An implanted hatred,
Is never going to go away.
It has been unleashed,
Like a plague,
To infect by the numbers...
Everyday.

And those responsible for,
The initiation of this...
Perceive themselves,
To be the ones chosen...
To score and strike,
With winning hits.

But this Earth is 'Divine'.
And will not permit,
The continuance of these crimes.
Nor will the Sun that shines...
Or the Moon that glows,
Let those destroy God's creation.