By Shawn Marc Carreon
Anger becomes its own
foundation,
Where hate and greed meet and greet.
The scorching sun just adds to the relation,
Between hate and greed along the streets.
Words were spilled as we tipped over our breath,
Was it the truth, or just
rundown patience?
Jealousy makes me wish I was him,
Even if it is just by your side, silence resides.
Jealousy plays its role and takes a toll,
The minds solace is crushed by lies,
Within burdens of hate, trampling fate,
Succulent joys have
become hate.
