The Biting Cold of Bitter Hate

Reflections on the Growing Hate in the World

Through my window, winter falls in a blanket of white silence. 
Trees stand bare, their gnarled finger-like branches clawing near.
All creatures retreat, escaping the icy hate-filled harshness of our world.

While only cruel eyes remain, shrouded in their selective ignorance.
Deep is their cold illusion, twisted with fear and inhumanity.
Wrapped in delu…