No More At The Gate! Poem by Juliet Languedoc

He crawls in the midst of terror
and many time the horror of hate
enters the gate as if it's the
most welcome beauty on the street.

The wind's eyes rapidly blink with
the expressions indicating nothing
soothing is pure for hate because it
dislikes anything soothing to ignite
cure

It is always in haste with a burning
taste causing multitudes of disgrace
in the timely race in which many are
seen begging for grace.

The atmosphere when where he crawls
is so dear where mouths of air
exclaimed with the care we are here
to tie some cheer can you hear? we
hear we honestly care.

Hate! please, stay out of this gate
I don't have anything to accommodate
not even an ounce of your pure hate
it is an unwelcome taste leave this
place you are a disgrace.

He crawls slowly with motions ever
ready to crucify hate who always
claimed it is great, great, great!
especially during disgrace is pure
hate.

The journey is clear patience is
determination deserves a cheer,
he has the power to shower all with
to shower all with its virtue there
are no curfews he is for you, you,
you, and you, in fact, all or you.

He has conquered hate who will be
no more at the gate. Finally, that
is great!