In war it shines in
burning hope
In peace it pines for a
faster lope
Hatred breeds in love and awe
In a sunken space of
blunted flaw
The beauty of the
mountains
In sunshine or twilight
A verdant meadow
The peasants’ plight
The swearing by a golden
moon
The pride sparkles in
serpent’s tooth
Always there to find a foe
For glory of an endless
show
A fall or a rise, a leap
or a pain
Taming lips as soul is
slain
Thoughts sweep in dust and
glow
Failings succeed in heartless
blow
Be a coward, in power and
wealth
Be fairer in a handsome
filth
Once they know that you
are there
What to do with love and
care?
Smile hides the venom’s
greed
Margin stretches in faith
and creed
Hatred has its mission of
love
Patient peace in tears of dove
Hate reigns in soul and
mind
In land or ocean or sky or
wind
Walk no more to find it more
Flee fast to an unknown
door
That opens up a thousand
more
To lose the sense and
tragic core
The laughter lounges on a slouching
tree
On the bend of a silvery stream
A summer holiday or an
autumn dream
Moment arrows down in a
joyous spree
Such were the days and I
and you
Unripe, unwise, humble few
Walking on the lovers' lane
Nothing to lose or none to
gain
A dream that died
So soon that lied
For reasons applied
For success tied
To empty life in endless game
Securing hate in love and
fame.
Very rightly said sir... Hate indeed does reside in love and in fame... Always there.. In glory or in failure... In all the endless shows... It does seem to have a mission... Hatred's love is it's mission... !
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