When i see hate

I wonder at it’s roots

That tangled mess of history

Going back to a place of fear

Going back to a place of violence

I know of fists swung in the night

Against the face of the weak

I know of the poison of hate

I have felt that murderous rage

It has held me too close

Like a kraken pulling me down

Taking me under to drown

Making me want to drag others

Into the inescapable sea with me

How do you rise to the surface again

Only by shedding the past

Otherwise we will all become killers

In the end