Hatred's Arrow's
Piercing the armour of will
Naked arrows of Hate
Unfurling quivers of fire
Riding the winds of Fate
Above, the crows in a darkend sky
While he's plodding through the snow
The arrow plunges in his back
From Hate's unerring bow
Limbs go numb in horror
Seething pain and blinding fright
The moon is red with autemn's blood
And he turns his back to light
He finds himself with weapons of Hate
A pain to chill the tear-eyed sorrow
Dead eyes staring down the target
He lets fly his Hatred's arrows 

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StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 5/22/2008 1:04:28 AM
So true. this poem reminds me of a poem I never forgot, that I read long ago. I think it was titled "The Cold Within". It was about a group of people of different races and religions sitting around a fire, in the cold. They each had something to give that would have made the fire burn longer so they could all stay warm. But none of them gave what they had because of their hatred of each other. "Hatred is like acid. It destroys the thing that it is stored in"

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