Hate and Love

"Little children growing cold,

Let the wonders of your life unfold.

Sit still they'll never come back,

You're left alone forever you dirty little rat.

Do not cry out your tears,

Or I'll torment you with bloody shears.

Feel the chills of the monster under your bed,

Do not make a sound or he'll rip off your head."

She cackled at her joke,

And watched the children cry,

Kicking them to the ground,

She scratched out their eyes.

This evil witch,

This nasty human,

She tortures children,

Oh what a terrible woman.

The kids grow up,

Worried of the neighbor,

They run out of sight,

Out of the hate and labor.

They had their families,

Their siblings and their friends,

But the witch would hurt them from afar,

The kids she wishes to cleanse.

Not all children of the world,

Would be afraid of the fake stories of a witch,

But each youth has at least something small,

That makes their bodies tingle and twitch.

But do not run from the fears,

That others try and push on you,

Run towards the danger you coward,

Go and risk what you can't undue.

"Little children growing cold,

Let the wonders of your life unfold."

Take the wheel you're now in charge,

Your life is yours,

It's what you forged.

"Your life is yours, even if you're scared, remember to keep on going." - Madison Bright (Author of this poem)