Ruin and destruction seem like simple fate.
No one wants to question where the world’s kindness went.
I don’t understand why all you do is hate.
Forums filled with angry men who roar and bait
who see people like me succeed and resent
progress met with privileged fury is simply fate.
You, who pushed me down to bear the weight
of knowing the world will never be a good place and prevent
life from being better. I hope you know your “opinion” is just hate.
I am not allowed to call you all by name and set you straight,
so I watch and boil and suffocate my love so my anger may ferment
into a venom strong enough to kill you, for my ruin will always be fate.
In a world with you in it, rights will always come too late
for those held down by hands and words, their limbs bent
and still the powerful, privileged few control us all with their hate.
I tire of mourning for the only world I have, I deflate.
I hope there comes a day when the time of evil’s reign is spent.
Ruin and destruction seem like simple fate.
I don’t understand why all you do is hate.
Written by Teresa Coste
Reflections 