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hate

stuffed with the propaganda of ignorance

passed between generations like a starving gene

nourished and fed by a society too blinded

by its own greed for dominance to notice theirs

they mark themselves with symbolic pride

wear their beliefs upon their pale skin like screams

bemoaning the wrongs inflicted upon them as if

the world owes them a debt and goddammit they will collect

through havoc and disaster until they have washed

in oceans of violence and been baptized by blood

and still it is not enough to vindicate them

it is only a ripple when they long for a wave

a thunderstorm when they want hurricanes

it will never be enough to quell their hateful lust

they are poison that has been injected into society

consumed by fire and spread like an epidemic in its veins

while the rest of the world sleeps with open eyes and

blank stares before the televisions and radios and newspapers

deluded by the belief that it will never touch them if they

avoid the demon eyes and allow the pillage of its share of souls

trying to ignore that cold breath against their own necks

when the sun is clogged with the darkness of a world gone mad

because this fucking war should be about power not fear

they should be held as saints and martyrs for their roles

this is what they tell themselves and those who might listen do nothing

but play deaf and mute while the body count rises in the streets and

blood pools and spreads to forge a path for that next generation

of zealots and fools who follow without taking the time

to ever ask why as they place their feet upon the bloody path

of a map that leads to inevitable destruction  and desolation

refusing to learn from the past as these cretins usher themselves into

extinction by fighting a war they swear they never started while

ignoring the blatant fact that when day and night are one with the

stench of smoke and burning flesh they will open their eyes

to find that their fates have always been the same

— RSScheerer, Oct 25, 2007

About This Poem

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Region, Country: Near Springfield, Illinois, USA

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Edgar Allen Poe, Merrit Malloy

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RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 7 months ago

Unfortunate inspiration

Thanks, Jess. I rarely show anger in any of my work; this piece was actually inspired by the movie "American History X" - I knew there was a reason I'd waited years to watch it. It infuriated me. The sheer stupidity of racism and judgment and the waste of life makes my soul ache. What else does a poet do in such an instance but write? So I wrote, and it is a rant. Someone once told me that the curse words took away from the grace of the poem. My response was that there was never meant to be any grace implied. ~ Ronda
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 7 months ago

Interesting

My only other example of a poetic rant like this one was written after reading an article in the local paper about the homeless community in our area. Sometimes it just feels good to vent. Looking forward to yours. ~ Ronda
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 5 months ago

I like time travel

coming back a bit and reviewing is good to advance.The rant "Scattered Pennys" is about Poverty. In ink, Dabbler
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orgami

18 years 5 months ago

fine parade of protaganism

nice peice reminded me of watching the trains pass through town by the waterfront it moves slowly yet swiftly i am just turning over the text shape size of the passing word when the next connected one pulls past being native canadian (blue grey eyes paler skin) the bone structure in face and body morphisms i know about racism "Hey Joe" "Tonto" "Kemosabe" "Cheif" had to punch a few in the guts to clear my viewpoint right back or take on the rich kids at their lockers in front of their rich freinds Yes punch the locker explain how they are a pain in the ass and move away while they rant after me but fail to mess with me Helps being six foot two Never strike the rich kids though Assualt charges are real and also are racism acusations so its mutual still happens today from time to time on my outings but its the way of the world however i enjoyed and related to your work well and am just getting around to finding it and reading it today so close to Christmas think to when Jesus was so persecuted too religious Racism Merry X mas though O
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 5 months ago

thanks, O

I haven't been around much lately and it was nice to receive an email notice about a thread update. Hopefully there will be more time for me to spend here when the holidays pass. Merry Christmas to you as well! ~ Ronda
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 5 months ago

Duly noted

The offensive "it" has been removed. Your suggestion was spot-on. Thank you, Damon! ~ Ronda
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Ancientone

18 years 5 months ago

I think a rant...

based on a movie that is timeless in a way is good. I think you will like my A Darkness Reigns! Good rant for sure, flows well too! Good write! :) Patrick/AO
Mark

Mark

18 years 5 months ago

Not a rant

This is a freakin MAD write and I love it! You go Ronda ! The only thing hehe yup the only thing I suggest in addition to all the great ideas before me is - the friends of those who hate who end up being hated as well and hate back dadada (or is it there but I missed it?) I love a mad write ! Thanks, Mark
RSScheerer

RSScheerer

18 years 5 months ago

I think it's there

Honestly, Mark, I was so incensed when I wrote this piece that I'm not sure I could even decode it for you! But I do believe that it covers the circle of hatred along its path. Maybe I should read it again to make sure! ~ Ronda
Mark

Mark

18 years 5 months ago

Oh yeah it's there

not point blank as I wrote it and was looking for it but it's there and it fits the work perfect :) Mark