The heart of hate beats heavy to destroy.
Its energy circulates through a network of voices
strengthened by fear and anger,
voices with assumed power.
The voice of the heart of hate calls to collect.
Tiny voices rose with the martyred,
their lives testimony to One Truth
voiced by the Nine, the hundreds after
More to come.
The voice of Hate is loud.
The voice of Love, louder,
jolts a sudden message
softly settles in an open heart.
Like honey, covers the wound;
Like honey, heals over time.
The voice of hate sits in a cell,
didn’t die as some do after,
Has no voice now.
The heart of hate has no voice
strong enough to shatter
Spirit of Love
passing all understanding.