Raining Hate

Sometimes feel

An umbrella or raincoat would be handy

Or maybe I should just stay at home

For it’s raining heavily

Not raindrops

But animus and hate

Can’t see anything through the mist

Of deceptions and myths

And above all that a threat


Of vengeance striking from the sky

It’s not the strikes that terrify

Nor getting lost in the mist

Just don’t want the hate

To soak my soul