( / Ashland, Kentucky)

Hate

I cannot count the tears
Nor can I count the hate
Though I can only count
The Men, that hate did take.

I cannot curse the world
Nor can I curse the few
Though I wish that I could only curse
The Men, that hate did knew.

I wish there was no pain
I wish there was no grave
But I know that will never be
As like rain, it comes everyday.
As we are given life
And we are given death
We are then given the choice
To make it the worst or the best.

I cannot count the bullets
Nor can I count the hate
Though I can only count
The graves, where dreams are laid.

Randy L. McClave

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