Love the Monster
Stereotyped by great and small
Beheld and called by wicked repute
Predestined to take the fall
Unpresentable look
Unceasing stench
Irreconcilable fate
Afresh, anew, in hopeful spurt
Yearning to shed the horrid mange
Nigh impossible with all its dirt
Forced to dig an early grave
In pieces and never whole
The crooked star that no one saves
And love they hope to claim
When so much hate in them prevails
Is love bestowed a love in shame?
The monster in search of love?
In grace, to cleanse the lonely child
For even monsters are born of love
Speak:
Hate is the great promoter of hate. An endless cycle that breeds violence and prejudice. When will it stop? How can we break the wheel? Where can we make a difference?
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