Friday, August 3, 2012
Hate that Sates Nothing
Drawn from the bottom as though a vacuum
The law and the order society
Made offenses of such deep and wide pains
A criminal is constructed for prey
Engorged, tri-colored, and spun into silk
Is it a national epidemic?
Hate that sates nothing with its own venoms?
Not Shakespeare not Petrarch then of what ilk?
That which it seeks is the merciful aide
Forgives forgives and yet again is spent
When justice was depraved and malice made
Long went away innocence gone to waste
Then punished, excoriated and tarred,
but for beauty all alone it was starred