Of all the evils that exist
That constant are and do persist
The worst of these remain to date
Those filled with unrelenting hate.
Oh what a sadness that must be
The cost of anger’s never free
And leaves an emptiness inside
That sometimes is too hard to hide.
Perhaps these feelings do abate
Oft times occuring far too late
It seems we’ve no solution there
Our only hope is God and prayer !
Claire V. Bogdanos 