Hatred short poem

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Hatred as drizzle,
Chisels at human souls.

Contrives a crevice to separate them,
Deceives and ensnares its surroundings.

Fear and heartache are its weapons,
Vindictiveness the float it parades on.

Discouragement its cathartic instruction,
Defeating the strongest of men.

Wears masks of love, protection,
guardian, not an enemy but a friend.

Many are its victims: Those with opinions,
The faithful, most vulnerable,

It demolishes and wounds people.
Nations crumble to devastation.

Hatred’s robust, yet uplifts no one.

Constantly without regret, awards wrong,
Inflicts, curses its very subjects,

Most destructive weapon to exist.

This poem is part of the Poetry Book The Cry of our Children

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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
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