A poem by Todd Baucum
A great pestilence grew across the land taking life
bringing darkness wherever it came.
The dreaded threat that was perceived
was neither a cancer nor a disease.
Yet, it was feared and loathed by countless
Who knew the deadly course of this malady. The threat was Hate.
An emotion and inner working of the heart.
Love was the antidote to this ill, and it must be won out by ruthless force.
Hate must be stopped before all is lost.
But, who decides where and when?
How might we perceive when hate has encroached upon the heart?
Words they say, which incite and disprove my rights to do what I deem good and free. Yes, words are the expression of hate that must be stopped.
Pick and choose carefully, the new guardians of our creed,
we must be sure that all hate is erased.
And so it was finally ended.
All words of hate had been eliminated.
Yet, strangely the world looked far more evil and dark without hate.
There was no hatred of injustice,
no hatred of crime, no hatred of brutality,
no hatred of deceit and no hatred of impurity.
Love died in that land.
A victim of a zealous crusade.
Choose your words carefully.
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