Calculating the Cost
That simple message written on a wall,
The one no scrubbing ever can erase,
Four-lettered muck's disgusting, brash disgrace---
Spray-painted, it's expressly to appall.
I wonder what sad soul did feel the need?
Who marked this building with his darkened spite?
Defacing publicly’s no granted right.
What hatred fills the heart of such a breed?
Is life within his mind a bitter state,
Each day no better than the one before?
Is time a foe, or just another bore,
To one who seems completely full of hate?
I've seen the message, turned and walked away;
The price of hate's a heavy one to pay.
By Peggy Paris
© 2008 Peggy Paris
(All rights reserved)
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