Cave Monsters

a Poem By Raquel Swann

 

There were days

when hating was

unfashionable

deplorable

despicable.

The monsters were

pushed back

to thier caves

to loathe in

secret.

As dark clouds

approached over

the horizon

a storm engulfed

with rage and hate

fell upon us again.

In those caves

they planned

they waited

they voted.

 

 

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