Mourning Skies

The Hate

This generation of hate

Has some words to express

Putting children to death

And causing parents such stress

Making biased judgements

Of those they do not know

Word that cut like razors

But their faces never show

Such cowardice is seen

But no one seems to care

Because no one gave a shit

About the sickness there

Anonymous they are

Hidden behind the screen

With dripping blood from fingertips

And hellish eyes they gleam

As they absorb what little hope

The victims have inside

So everyone much watch

And cover their feelings, hide

I wish love to heal their pain

And I hope that they keep strong

Stand up against the hate

And prove those bastards wrong