The Currency Called Hatred

A little voice fights for its right,

And you raise yours in retaliation.

With words of spite and a show of might,

You've gifted him a life of discrimination.

Well, unlike the darkness wrapping your mind,

He is a shade different not by design

This war of words gives you a high,

And now there is an armoury you eye.

The cold shoulder, a poison dart,

A knife of steel to stab a caring heart.

Shining shields and spears you collect,

Only, you say, with an intent to defend.

Sticks and stones to wreak havoc,

On the enemy who was born in your head.

Now greed beckons, power ephemeral

For glory and vengeance, you unleash men feral

One trained eye sees half the truth

The trigger is pulled, the bullet comes through.

That weightless little bomb you threw

Tiny coffins from it grew.

From where the grave of the enemy rests,

New life teems remembering what you sowed.

Shame, suffering and vengeful vows,

Waiting to spring back multifold.

Oh, the things you buy with a currency called hatred!

A legacy of demons, remorse and regret!