Hate

Human, however hard, tries,
Will always be bitter.
I don't like the fact that it,
Learned to become before it knew how to love.
You can become, you can love, but can you bend?

I saw the passionate hate of my generation destroyed,
how I mourned the destruction, but never forget the destination.

When I think of the vengefulness, I see a radical storm. Darkness.
Why is it so red?

By; Devin O’Mallon