Has hate consumed your heart
Do you wish darkness on your foes
Do you only play a captive part
In a life of constant woes
Is the only thing on your mind
To destroy another being
What kind of joy do you find
In the pain you are bringing
Where is the awe of being alive
Do you see beauty in the rose
On just spite How can one survive
If ugliness is all your soul knows
If people are made in Gods image
Than is it a sin when you kill
the blaspheme is a scrimmage
When another’s blood you spill
As you dwell At your life’s end
When your become an old one
Is your legacy one that’s grim
Because of all the sins that you done
Let the starlight of a million suns
Fall into your eye
Enlightenment never comes
To those who make another cry
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona


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