End of The Road- Poetry By Bruce

Hatred Or Determination?

I don't think I ever lost the hatred,

In the sense that it was stripped from me,

Or as if I was emptied out,

And filled with something else in its place,

No, realistically,

As much as I hate to hear it,

I'm getting older, in mindset sure,

But there's also been maturity in spirit,

I no longer see this world as some hostile,

Disgusting place, filled with evil,

I see instead a fallen society, with beauty,

And broken people,

Some souls doomed,

For they can't comprehend their help,

Then I look within and realize,

That I am damaged myself,

So my hatred was never removed,

But instead transformed,

Into a new concept, a new rage,

Anger yes, but what for?,

Simply put, my redirected disdain,

Is for the evil that corrupted this place,

I have no further qualms with flesh and blood,

But instead with the wickedness,

Atop their high places,

And the principalities thereof,

A new mission briefing,

Instructing me to walk into an active war,

Armed only with the weapons of love.