This is for Jingle Potluck. This week's theme is:
Saints, Monks and Meditations
This poem is a Meditation of my own.
Unfortunately I can't find a picture to go with this one.
Hate in Silence
When you feel a hatred so pure
If it ignited the earth would be burned
Forgiveness cannot endure
A hatred so volcanic and violent
You need to starve it of food
Let it wither and decay
Ignorance may seem to be rude
Yet it's the choice of the wise
Revenge is hatred's banquet, it's feast
We can't allow it to feed
It will transform into a beast
If you allow it to nourish and hydrate
So throw the beast in it's cage
Turn the key and dispose
Let it grow old, tire and age
Give it no voice with which to speak
Hatred given voice creates war
Battles; victims needlessly lost
Bloody, ravaged and raw
All so that hatred can speak
Rather than hatred by violence
Rip out it's lungs
Hate in silence
Forget hatreds' enemy exists
Soon you'll discover
Ignorance is bliss
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