Some souls bear hatred marked upon their flesh
As though their skin alone did reason give
For tyrants’ words to painfully enmesh
Their days with doubt that they have lives to live.
‘Tis easy with a blinded eye to turn
And say that lack of force means lack of hate
For words alone, they say, inflict not burns
But only bruise and then soon dissipate.
But words can deeply wound where knives do not,
As flesh can heal and later bear no trace
For deadly arms are from perceptions wrought
Which quickly do humanity efface.
Be wary when they say that peace abounds
For hatred's even here, upon these grounds.
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