TRACES OF HATE
"Hate, the reason why death still resembles world peace"
Feeling the Devil's touch
Hate takes all that's much.
Passed through finger tips
Cultural brute touches.
Hands upon innocent seeds
Comforted by hate full couches.
Fathers encouraging their their sons
Mothers preaching to their daughters.
Innocent souls tainted dark
Hate full spirits tormented from the start.
Aristo Dos Santos
“For Those You Love and Adore”