Hate Breeds Hate, The Mother of All Lessons

Resist (2)


The land is parched,

the sun reigns down

in fervent, feverish glee

but the rains refuse to come.

The rains have all been washed away

in tear-like repose

that slowly slid across the earth –

unnoticed, uncared for, and forgotten.

The powerful torrents of tears have passed

from years of thoughtless endeavor

they quickly fell beneath our feet

and we cursed their own creation,

summoning gold to fill our pockets

while we overlooked future truths.

The earth wept

for all the hurt-filled lies

the shouted curses

the sounds of boots marching

in weary streets

as indifferent shadows

carried ominous signs written in their soul’s ink.

You can hear them,

crooning repulsive war slogans –

go home

or better yet, just die

but not on our land.

This hatred is how we got here

all tied up in a bow

slung from the hate-filled backs

of protestors on different streets

but the feet were marching

to a similar odious tune.

Chanting whistled through the air

the intent of which resonated

whips lashing at innocent backs

you could hear the contact

and feel the torn flesh beneath its weight.

The result was infestation

and the air was filled with putrid blood

and still, they continued on, unquenched.

They cursed everything separate from them

felt comfort in their own hate

and they slid across the streets breeding lies

and what good did it bring?

Hate is the pestilence

that crawls upon this earth

and the result is death and grief

and then – more hate.

So now, yes – there are no more tears

just a lingering stillness of discontent

a waiting in the false silence

for the howls of war to begin

and each side peers to the next

waiting for the opportune moment

to take another one down

massaging their sleep-deprived skulls

with a salve of malicious intent

because the other side –

are animals

they are not human

they do not deserve

to live in peace

and they’re much better off


and I have more right

I have more right

I have more right

is the nighttime tune

they all use to lull themselves to sleep

only to wake, armed and ready

for another day in infamy

and they dress themselves in degradation.

The truths of history,

we should know them well

for the earth still weeps beneath our feet

in remembrance

but our intelligence blinds us to those truths

but know that there are those of us

who will refuse to take up arms

to fight a war we don’t believe in

and though you may have forgotten the words,

we shall pray for peace.


© Sumyanna 2017


Wonderful image courtesy of Pixabay.com




5 Comments Add yours

  1. leigha66 says:

    Wow, what an intense poem. … “we shall pray for peace.”

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you Leigha. It was just another one of those days. I find poetry is like medicine for my heart sometimes. Once I say what I need to say, I feel better for it 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      1. leigha66 says:

        You’re welcome. I am glad it helps you… I find it can be therapeutic too.


  2. Pablo Cuzco says:

    Words to live by. An insightful panorama of our world. The all-encompassing scope of this piece is universal. Ah, that we would all become poets.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Sumyanna says:

      Thank you Pablo. I could not agree more. I find the air is thick with resentment at this time. It makes it hard to breathe. I do hope though, that at some point we will miss the things we once took for granted.

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