Tracing the origins of human hate
we wonder if this desperate state
If our desire to hurt and maim,
outsiders who are not the same
sparked within when we are born
from mother’s womb we’re cut or torn
To trace such origins of gall
we need our wits and wherewithal:
who alone can trace
a spark of hope, in love’s embrace
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Written for dVerse
Grace hosts Meeting the Bar and has challenged us to write a ‘compound word verse.’ In this form, each stanza ends with a compound form of a noun from the title of the poem. As it’s getting near to Halloween, I chose the word ‘blood.’
Head over to dVerse to find out how to compose this form, and try it for yourself!