The Cost of Hatred – A poem

Pandemonium reigned,

Muscles strained,

The chaos was all around.

I took cover and prayed,

but those that stayed,

were flung down to the ground,

by the size of the blast.

It happened so fast,

The dead bodies in a mound.

Father time played his tricks,

a dominatrix,

Like a sadistic hound.

When the dust began to clear,

Then the fear,

really took hold, I found.

I could see what I’d lost,

The terrible cost,

caused by hatred unbound.

suffering all around.Β 


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/June/2018


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People are far too complicated to be able to describe in a few words so I am not even going to try.

7 thoughts on “The Cost of Hatred – A poem”

    1. Thank you very much πŸ™‚ I think a lot of the best poetry doesn’t rhyme, the words just move you without needing to. I don’t know where the rhymes came from, and the rhyming pattern is strange too, it certainly wasn’t something they taught me on my creative writing course, πŸ˜‰

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