Needless Hate
© 2010 Rolland G. Smith
War’s wasted tears oft’ flow as one,
But little change does war imbue.
We make our hates where there is none
And pray for peace within a pew.
The hate within and acts without
Will dull the power of our grace
And leave us empty, filled with doubt
And hiding on a shadow’s face.
The genesis of hate is fear
In which we harbor mindless hurt.
We use our thoughts to harm and smear
And stomp the truth within the dirt.
Hate hides in minds and knows its wrong
For all are ONE beyond a thought.
We must remember we’re a song
Despite illusions we have wrought.
There is a way from out this hell
That we’ve created needlessly.
It’s not a potion or a spell
It is a choice, a heart’s decree.
To change your life, just change your mind
And see what happens to your fear.
Your wound up hate will then unwind
And spirit’s peace will soon appear.
The Roses then with fragrant scent
Will celebrate our drying tears
For spirits then need not lament
The missing music of the spheres.
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