The perils of hate are starting to leak
through the frail stitched seams,
bringing the flames of Hatetown.
Years of understanding and tolerance
are falling by the waste side
as the ignorant anger builds
from the frustrated minds of the people.
Open doors of friendship are closing
to the faces of people.
Trust being taken away
by crimes outside of this town.
Nooses are hanging
from the conviction trees
that were once the symbols
of a fresh new life.
Roots have been burned.
Silent tension has overcast.
Bleeding eyes have replaced
the open, cam hearts.
They have been burned away
in the flames of Hatetown.
January 1, 2017
© Andrew Scott - Just a Maritime Boy 2017