What Happens When Hatred Takes Over

By Shanie -June 22, 2013

“Under my tree in a shadow of silence

he sits, and with long skeletal hands

sorts strands from a tangle of juten fibres

and twisting, twisting, twisting makes a rope

that grows and grows each day.

I know

that anything is possible

Any time.

There is no safety

in poems or music or even in philosophy.

No safety

in houses or temples

of any faith.

And no one knows

at what dark point the time will come again

of blood and knives, terror and pain,

of jackboots and the twisted strand

of rope.”

What Happens When Hatred Takes Over by nelvely