The Hate Takeover

a sad day when love and peace recede
and men diseased with pride and greed,
we watch seeking families be stripped apart
yet overlook the future of an unborn heart.
the lustful man fights to redeem his ways
his words convince like writhing snakes.
the horrors of nightfall become oft in the day
and even lawmakers cannot keep hate at bay
when a steady hand shows straight ways to guide
we play a fool and ignore the signs
then destruction comes and we look to the sky
with flailing fists and dark, angry eyes
how have we let the good so soon slip away?
and is it too late to turn away from these ways?

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