Mount Hate Poem by monica Bustos

Catastrophic mounts of hate our crashing on our youth using our precious Lord when they fall from substance abuse raising to him praying hands when they need a break from drugs demands as our father does reply when he hears his children cry they use his blessings for the next supply don't be blind Jesus Christ does see all and the next time u fall God will say don't bother to call unless forever u can leave it all