Hate

Unloving thoughts within the world’s people,

Some are killing and others are dying;

Even those who are under the steeple,

They are all the same, including lying;

They tell their stories of problems and pain,

They always complain about anything;

Uptight and conceited all in their vain,

And always envious for everything;

Filled with hate, no room for an ounce of love,

Screaming out as they’re drowning in hatred;

With no one there, not below nor above,

They’re stuck alone in a place that’s sacred;

They sit alone dying in loneliness,

Wishing they had lived in more happiness.