Seed of Hate

Humanity is indeed very frail

To be human is to fail
To feel is to be human
The less we feel,
The less we are understood.

Humanity is being jeopardized

At the seed of hate
We are compromised.

As humanity feels less and less

At the seed of hate, we will never rest
In the pinnacle of pain, we feel nothing
We invoke the One’s name in despair
And in his name, curse those who were there.

In a manner that once was unforeseen

We hate what cannot be seen
We call upon him for justice
Yet through the seed of hate
We behave such as beasts and bastards.

In the miracle of doom

Somehow we hang on
Day after day, marching along
The seed of hate is within us
We feel it, smell it, and behave as such.

Every human being is happy and sad

Feeling too much is good and bad
In the wake of horror and despair
At dooms end, we wish not to go there
But the seed of hate is within us
Flaring deep inside, we curse all others.

For humanity’s sake let us wake up
Do we not see this as a pattern?
If we are to survive,
We have to let go of the seed of hate inside
Nestled deep within us,
It flares up at the wrong moment and at the wrong time.