Hate like silent venom flows

spewing forth in dribs and drabs

 

how will the wounds ever heal

with such vitriol tearing at the scabs

 

we shudder at the words of hate

and wonder will it ever cease

 

but hope springs forth for

we know it begins within us, now, today

 

with the simplest acts of human compassion

so that gentle love may banish the hate away